I can't walk. Or bend over. Or sit for long periods of time.
What. the. heck?
I had a great, fun time with my family in Utah for the weekend. It was a blast! Food, movies (Toy Story in 3D is just as good as it sounds...) and shopping. Oh, and General Conference.
I did not take a single picture! Can you believe it? My camera was buried somewhere amongst luggage and has yet to resurface.
But, back to why I can't move.
I dunno know why! Sheesh! All I know, is my back feels like it was replaced with 93 year-old osteoporosis-ridden woman's (or man's... I don't think that part matters.) back.
It KILLS! And then my left hip hurts too, which only ADDS to the old-lady/man issues.
Trying to pick up a 30 pound two-year-old is a challenge. Heck, even my 14 pound six-month-old is a challenge.
So, since I can't bend over, by definition, I can do almost nothing.
So, that's what I'm doing.
Seriously, I'm still in my jammies, no contacts (contacts are for people with GOOD backs) and I don't even know where a bra is in this house! My children are fending for themselves, and we're just about out of food.
It's not as fun as it sounds.