Sometimes things happen at the worst possible times.  This seems to be a trend lately at our house, and today is no exception.

This morning I threw out my back.

I have no clue how I did it, but the damage is done.  This time around, it’s so bad that the shooting pain has moved from my lower back and into my legs.  Great.

I can’t bend over, let alone pick up the three year old who thinks he’s a toddler.  Swim class was definitely interesting since he insists he “cannot walk wet.”  I wasn’t about to try to carry him only to end up flat on my back in public.  No joke, it took him 15 minutes to waddle with his towel around him back to the locker rooms.  Don’t even ask how changing him went.  (Pretty sure I have a head of new gray hairs from this experience!) Thank goodness for a super helpful 6 year old and her  ninja like skills for wrangling her little brother.

Want to know why else this is the worst possible time for this to happen?

We leave tomorrow for our cross country flight to Seattle.  I have a list the size of me of things I need to do and pack up today.  I don’t even think I can bend into the washing machine to get the soggy clothes into the dryer.  Eek.  Can I hire a person to come and do my list?!

When things like this happen I always wonder what single parents do.  I know even if I can’t get everything done today, that I have some pretty cute back up coming home to help.  I have so much respect and admiration for all the single parents out there!! I’m hoping I can muster up your strength today!

What am I going to do?!  I popped the Advil moments ago hoping this will help soon.  The poor husband is going to have to schlep all our stuff through Midway airport tomorrow… I can’t even imagine.

Here’s to a speedy recovery or a miracle.  Goodness, timing sure is everything.  Here’s hoping everyone reading this is having better luck than me!