Dec 06 2008
Separation Anxiety, In The Mud, bacon cheeseburgers
Separation Anxiety. D has it big time. He wants me ALL THE TIME! He wants me instead of his grandparents. He wants me instead of his dad. While this is very flattering, it is driving me a bit nuts. I know it is a phase and it will pass, but right now I am feeling nuttier than squirrel poo.
The other day I slipped in the mud and fell flat on my back. In the mud, with D in the Ergo carrier. I am so happy that he was in the front and not the back. I can’t get him in the back by myself anyway, and I always wear him in the front. So we were walking down a hill, and I slipped and went from standing to lying flat on my back in the mud in about a second. It really really hurt. D was fine. He just looked at me, no crying. He did not even seem to notice the 90 degree angle change.
My back still hurts. I cannot move my neck back too far. My tailbone finally stopped hurting. The worst part? My new jacket got all muddy, as did my 10 year old dragon pants. Well M cleaned my coat, so yay! My dragon pants are falling apart. They have so many rips in them that I should not wear them in public. My poor awesome dragon pants.
Many years ago when M and I were omnivores, M gave me a card that said “If life was a cheeseburger, you would be my bacon.” Wow. I thought it was a very sweet at the time. I just sent him a text that said “You are the Smart Bacon on my veggie burger.”
