The 24/7 Mom

It’s about time I guess.

I don’t know how I manage to do this all the time.

Yesterday afternoon I went to lay Christiano down for a nap.  I was I was twisting to lay him down, something went crrriiicckkk in my neck.  Instant pain.

I felt around in it, there’s no knot.  Just pain that goes down to my shoulder and up through my head when I put my head straight up or down or to the left at all.  Last night I took ibuprofin, then naproxin, slathered up with icy hot.  Called my mom crying.  Her and my dad came in and she massaged my neck for awhile.  Thank you!

When Pato got home, I passed out with my rice pack on my neck.  (For those who want to make one, they are amazing for migraines and neck pain.  Here’s a pattern.  My aunt gave me mine.  It’s longer than the one in that pattern. I need to make a couple more so there is always one cold to use.)

Woke up this morning and I still have a lot of pain.  Not like last night but I still have to tilt my head to the right.

I need to go to the chiropractor, but he’s going to yell at me for not going for years because I didn’t have insurance.  Yep, I’m suffering because I’m ashamed that I didn’t go for years and I know my back and neck are a mess.  He almost had my back straight too.  I had a touch of scoliosis from before my reduction.  My back was starting to curve up.  It hurt all the time.

I know I could go somewhere else and not get yelled at, but no one is as good as he is.

I need to get past my guilt and go see him.

When my parents told me they were coming over, I looked around my place and died.  I had made hard boiled eggs for breakfast.  There were 3 left in the pan when I hurt myself.  I laid down with Christiano after the neck thing and told the girls to please be quiet and be good.  I got up to hard boiled egg shells all over the kitchen.  While trying to vacuum, Christiano dumped out the parakeets food, not once, but twice.  Then while I was refilling their food, he emptied out the contents of my vacuum.

Sigh

I was done.  There was no hope in getting my place respectable before my parents got here.

At least I got the dishes done finally after I put the kids to bed.

It’s always nice to wake up to an empty sink….kind of.  Pato used more dishes after I went to bed.

Here’s a question.  If I have any Mormon readers, you might be able to give me some advice.

The missionaries come around all summer.  It’s what they do and I can respect that.  That being said, I get knocks on my door every week.  Different people.  I explain every time that I am Pentecostal.  I am good with my faith and I am not changing.  It kind of gets old though.  Monday, 2 missionaries knocked on my door, and they would not take no for an answer.  They left me a Book of Mormon, which is fine.  I haven’t read all of it, bits and pieces here and there.  They came back yesterday while I was lying down.  Katiana told them that I was unavailable, that I had hurt myself.  They asked my 6 year old if she knew when mom would be available.  ummmmmm, no.

So, I’m expecting another knock on the door soon.

I put a note on my door saying that I don’t want to buy magazines, I’m not going to change my religion, and I’m not interested in anything anyone is selling.  If that’s why you’re here, please don’t knock.  Fed Ex, UPS, USPS – knock away!

Though, I haven’t had the first or the last since the apartments put up bigger notices on the front door about no solicitation.

I guess the missionaries don’t fall under solicitation.  They fall under freedom of religion and speech.  That is awesome, but please listen to me the first 50 times that I have opened my door and said I was good with my faith and I’m not changing.

I don’t mean any disrespect to them, but no is no.

On top of that, I don’t know how many times I have to tell Katiana not to answer the door when I’m not right there.  You never know who might be there.  That’s actually the bigger issue here.

I am going to go lay down while Pato is home.  Maybe I can wake up with no neck pain.

Then I need to buy some more office furniture supplies.  Actually, not furniture, just supplies.  I tore up and redid so many notes for my door, I’m out of paper.  What happens if I need to print something?

Have a great day!

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