Back crick
I’m babysitting my friend’s baby which is going just fine, in case she’s lurking around here…
But my back is KILLING ME! That kid is six months younger than mine and like 100 times bigger. He’s so physically dense you don’t expect him to be so heavy until you actually lift him. Hence, back crick. Sigh. But he’s very cute and smiley and hasn’t cried except when the cat bit his thumb off (oh that was low, the cat never did such a thing. But it was funny).
She owes me a massage (not really, she doesn’t owe me anything. I’ll get a massage from the hubby either way
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