I have a bad back. A bad back that is made worse by schlepping around kids who still want to be picked up and held from time to time. Every once and while it really flares up bad and I feel miserable. Today, Paul was massaging my shoulders and working some kinks out and I was yelling out in pain. Jack was pretty curious as to what we were doing. He came over to me and stood in front of me and asked, "Mommy, are you happy?" A short while and several groans of pain later, Jack came back around an asked, "Mommy? Do you want to be happy?"
I'll be happy when my 20+ lb daughter decides she'd rather walk than have me schlepp her around everywhere!
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