I need to brush my teeth.
And take more pain medicine.
But I don't wanna take more pain medicine.
I don't like being a dope head. I want to read this article, but it's hard to feel the depth of the Spirit and understand the message when I can barely keep my eyes open...
I want to clean my house.
I want to clean. This is getting serious.
But Brett, like an 18th century back sentinel, won't let me leave his site. Nor can I hobble out of his. So, I'll be a good little girl and rest a little longer...
He actually had a dream last night that he was yelling at me because I kept doing things to hurt my back. Like bending over. He said it was so frustrating because I just wouldn't listen to him. I told him it wasn't a dream. It was yesterday. But doesn't he know? A mom can never really be off duty. It's just not possible.