I think there was a Super Bowl this weekend. I didn't even know who was playing until 5 minutes before the game started. Dr. Fabulous read a book with the game on mute while the females of the household paid no attention. I am ashamed to say I seriously don't even know who won. If I ask Dr. Fab, I'm sure he'll know. Though obviously it wasn't important enough to him to give a shout out about the winning team post-game.
As you can see, we are not a football family. Or baseball, or hockey, or any sport really. You will not find a "man cave" in our home complete with sports memorabilia. Oh, wait, I remember. We do watch the World Cup in Soccer. Once every six years. It ironically always seems to fall on Pink's birthday party.
So, Sunday was not all about the football. I spent the day couponing, making meat sauce, reading, doing art projects with the kids....
Recovering from what you didn't ask? From my exploits on Saturday. We went to see my brother and sister in law for a family party at their new home in Hershey, PA. The ride ended up being an extra hour due to traffic, so it was three hours total which wasn't a biggie at all. The reason I mention the length of the ride will become clear in a bit. I know, you're on pins and needles.
It was a great party. We were the only ones who brought sidekicks under the age of 6. They were very well behaved, thank goodness. Rella of course got her head stuck in the banister, because what kid doesn't try to shove their big ole noggin through wooden spindles at some point. But other than her brief humiliation, all was good. I even made a new friend!
We then hit Chocolate World.
Hershey Park itself was closed, but Chocolate World was doing business. Our first event was to take the free tour which involves getting on a little train ride and winding through a simulation of how chocolate is made at the factory. Upon getting off said ride, I threw my back out.
Obviously, this incident dampered the day. Some kind of stupid pinched nerve in my lower back that felt like I had a cattle prod electrifying me. But only when I bared any weight on my right leg, moved, sat, stood, laid down, or breathed. It hurt most when I laughed, which was most annoying because Dr Fabulous kept making me laugh the whole time; making fun of me as I hobbled through Chocolate World like a 104 year old woman. My hypothesis is that the long car ride messed things up. My lower back was feeling pretty achy by the end of the party up until that nerve got pinched exiting that fateful ride. It had felt like someone punched me right in the kidney. Which was, actually a picnic compared to the blinding, searing pain of a raw nerve ending being clamped deep in your spine.
At least I was surrounded by chocolate to dull the pain.
But somehow we only ended up buying the worlds largest Twizzlers instead. No sense, I know. My husband doesn't care for chocolate all that much. One of his only faults, but a MAJOR one in my book.
The ride home was brutal. Sitting with low back pain is the pits. Sleeping didn't work out so well either.
So Sunday I took it easy, thanks to Dr. Fabulous who lived up to his well-deserved nickname. I'm about 50% better today. No cattle prod, just general discomfort. Which is good because by Monday it was back to the daily grind: Grocery shopping, lifting children, wiping tushes, giving baths, cooking, cleaning, and laughing. Yes, the best thing about today was that laughing no longer hurts. Thank God, because life is way too funny to be deadpan all the time.