Building Beautiful Christmas Memories, One Advil at a Time

I'm sitting here with heat wraps attempting to soothe my sore back muscles. Over the years, this has happened several times. My lower back tells me enough is enough and goes on strike. I limp around like a 98-year-old woman, hunched and slow, creaking along, moaning a little.

All this on the birthday weekend of my 9-year-old daughter whose wish included a trip to Chuck E. Cheese's.

Fortunately, my spouse oversaw the chaos, while I sat at a booth with another daughter who had a headache and curled up on the bench across from me.

And we have a guest.

And this is Christmas Overdrive Week at the school. That's not the official name in the newsletter, of course, but the week is filled with activities I'm expected to attend. With my crunchy, creaky back.

As a result of all of this, I have not exactly been filled with inspirational posts for my blog. I like to tell stories, but I don't even have it in me to package this whole thing in an amusing narration.

I'm sure something will come to me soon, something memorable and powerful.

For now, I think I'll see if I can take another anti-inflammatory.