You must find the humor in life to keep going

Yesterday was an interesting day...I thought I would document it so I can laugh about it later:)  It started with a chiropractor appointment.  I hurt my back last week and each day it is getting worst.  As of yesterday morning I could barely walk.  My SI joint on the left side of my back is inflamed and is pinching a nerve in my back...causing pain when I walk, bend, lift etc. The only thing that feels better is sitting.  Anyone who knows me knows this is SO hard for me to do:)  So how did I hurt my back?  Well for one I didn't listen to Allen or my mom...they kept telling me to take it easy and not do so much.  But I felt good and thought I can get all the things done around the house I need to and will be fine.  I also went back to water aerobics at the Y near the house and the instructor had us in the shallow end the entire time--I know better than to jump around in the shallow end of the pool but was just so excited to be back working out.  To get better I need to do some stretching, ice and stay off my feet as much as possible. 

After getting home from the chiropractor I iced my back and was planning to be good all day. Stay off my feet, don't lift, don't clean anything--do nothing.  I hired a cleaning company and they arrived around 12:30pm.  I took Monkey and we went out to the back balcony to enjoy the beautiful weather.  It is in the 70's, sunny with a slight breeze.  Here is Monkey sitting on a chair next to me.

 

After the maids left all I wanted to do was lay down in bed and watch some T.V.  Monkey is very sick. She has kidney failure and they found a mass in her bladder. The mass causes her to leak urine. When it is just the two of us we sit outside a lot--it doesn't matter if she leaks we can hose off the patio.  So I decide I am going to bring her into the bedroom to sit on some puppy pads and will attempt to put on her diaper.  I get everything ready in the bedroom. After the maids left I had turned on the alarm to the house. Forgetting I did this I went out to the patio to bring Monkey to the bedroom--I set off the alarm. The alarm control panel is downstairs. So I hobbled (picture an old lady with a walker) downstairs and turned off the alarm. Then I hear my phone ring, it is probably the alarm company and my phone is upstairs.  I miss the call.  I figure I turned it off they will see things are fine. I return to get Monkey from the patio.  I bring her into the room and put her on a puppy pad and towel.  I try to put on her diaper --Allen makes it look so easy. She wanted no part of it.  She walked off the towels onto the bed and leaked on my sheets.  Ugh.  Then I look outside and there are two cop cars in front of the house. Is this my life really????  So I once again hobble downstairs. By the time I get to the front door they are in the back of the house. So I hobble to the backdoor--miss them and they are going back to the front door.  I finally meet them at the front, apologize for them coming out and tell them I am ok.  I slowly climb the stairs to the bedroom thinking how is this taking it easy.  So I get to the room and try one last time with the diaper. She will have no part of it, she jumps off the bed and goes under the bed. So I start crying...now there will be urine under the bed and Allen will need to clean it when he gets home.  One more thing he needs to do to take care of us.  I will say the baby book is right...I do cry easily.  I decided I need to ice my back and not worry about it.  I just wanted Monkey to be comfortable and be with me but she doesn't understand.  So Allen gets home...puts on the diaper in less than a minute...she does look cute in it:

 

We made sure she looks fashionable...she has one in pink and the other is purple

 

He checks under the bed and everything is fine.  I cry again, he gives me a hug and tells me thing will be ok.  He is right.  My sister will be here today for four days to help out.  My brother will be here this weekend. And my mom is moving here next week. 

 

Overall we are very blessed and things will get better. As long as we can laugh at ourselves and the situation we will survive.  (Remind me of this when it is 2am and Alexis won't stop crying) :)