I am getting old...

Actually I am old and have been that way for a while. We had a great weekend, well part of it was great. On Saturday the family packed up the car and headed to my friend Stefanie's beautiful house in North Jersey to get together with my college roommates. It was great. All five of us were there, our hubbies and the 8 kids (plus Lisa is expecting in July). It is so hard to all get together. Every time we do, we say "We should do this more often" but it just always seems like someone is busy. It was so great to see everyone. The kids played great, most of the time.

When we first got there Maggie was holding a cricket "bat" (not sure what the technical term is) and accidentally knocked Emma on the head. It was loud. I swear to you just three seconds before I thought to myself, a cricket bat (well I was not sure what it was) is probably not a good idea with this many kids. Oh well.

B also received her first bruise from little Mairyn. I didn't see it happen, just heard the aftermath, but as sad as I was for B, I was happy my kid was not the only bruiser (although Mags did knock Braden down later also!) Mo, Mags and Jack played together so well. They were pretty much off on their own the whole time. It really was nice. What a fun world the world of make believe is for kids. I felt badly when Mo asked if I wanted to go on a "venture" with them. I had to say no. I would much rather drink wine and gossip with my girlfriends. Sorry Mo; you'll understand some day.

Anyway, why am I old? Before we left for NJ I had an early morning cheerleading practice (I really am excited for it to be over this year) and was basing. I hurt my back just a little. When we got home I was kneeling on the floor getting B out of her carseat and twisted a half an inch and my back was out! OUT! I literally spent the night laying on the family room floor in jeans and jacket. I could not even move to get ice under my back. I gave birth to three girls with late epidurals and ones that wore off before giving birth, I know a little about pain. This was pain. Sean just threw a blanket on me, and I slept right in that same spot. Unfortunately, I did not think much about where I fell to the floor. It was not a good spot at all. I could barely see the TV. Sean was nice enough to feed me and hold a cup with a straw so I could drink some water to wash down the pain killers. Luckily the next day I could move a bit cautiously (with lots of pain killers) as I spent 9 hours in a college gymnasium at a cheerleading competition... ugh!

The girls were very sweet to me lying on the floor in the middle of their playing area. Even on Sunday when Mo first woke up she asked "Does your back still hurt?" The proceeded to kiss and rub it to make it feel better.

Unfortunately for Sean, that night was also B's second night (in her whole life, not bad) of being up crying in the middle of the night. Being that I could not move much, definitely not lift, he had to cover it. He was not happy. I tease him that he has no idea what it is like to have a baby. All our girls were such good sleepers, he really has no clue how lucky we are.

Anyway, tomorrow is MLK day, but no vacations here. It is freezing outside. We will have to find a fun way to pass the time without making Mommy move too much.