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My Kids Think I'm a Stupid Momblogger, I Prefer the Term "Family Chronicler"!

Bushkill Falls Caution
Reading between the lines: HEY, YOU KLUTZ, BEWARE!

I love it when Garth (not his real name) is home for many reasons that I won't bother you with writing a long, drawn out list or anything (you're welcome!) okay, maybe just one.

Falling Behind the My Pack
Pulling up the rear (literally!)

This week, my kids LOVED being able to hang out with their dad (besides, at the supper table or a few minutes before bedtime) as I, once again, played the role of mom blogger. 

Striking a Pose
I said "G'head and do something," and I got this!

Although, I prefer the term:  family chronicler (yes, it's a word, spell-check says so) the kids and Garth (NHRN) are used to me falling a bit behind (as usual) but, this time, I felt a terrible desperation to capture AND savor the moment.

View fromTop of Trail
The view from the top of the red trail.

I have suffered from back problems for years (car accident in my 20's, birthing 4 babies in my 30's, dumbass 40's) and it's been getting progressively worse. 

Holly at Top of Trail
Holly at the top of the red trail, YAY!

An unexpected trip to the hospital for a kidney stone this past February also confirmed 2 herniated discs in my lower back (a.k.a. 2-for-1 diagnosis...YO!) and a subsequent visit with a neurologist who is still waiting for me to, you know, show up.

Hope Almost at Top of Trail
Hope at the top of the red trail, ALMOST!

What?!?  The man wants to shove a HUGE needle in my back...ON PURPOSE!!!...more than once and then, eventually, introduce more pointy objects into my spine that will keep me flat on my back for weeks.

Heather Owning Top of Trail
Heather owning the top of the trail, YOU GO GIRL!

Yeah, I know, I know, there are worse things.  Unfortunately, I have friends and family who are suffering from all sorts of physical, mental and emotional pain...as we speak...DAMNIT!   So, trust me when I tell you that I am NOT looking for any sympathy, JUST because I am afraid of sharp pointy things.

Garth (not his real name)
He's got a smart phone and he's not afraid to use it!

I am, however, scared to death at the thought of being expected to do nothing more than lay flat on my back for weeks.  There, I said it and NOT just because Garth (not his real name) will testify to the fact that I am indeed a TERRIBLE patient.

The Boy
He didn't want me to wait alone, at the top of the red trail.

Apparently, I am an equally AWFUL actress.  There was no hiding the fact that the 2-hour car ride had taken its toll -- not to mention, attending 2 blogging conferences, in 2 of my most favorite walking cities, in 1 month -- as each of my kids took turns holding my hand, clearing a path or asking me if I needed to sit down.

Thompson Clan 2012
When did they get to be THIS BIG?!?

Not for nothing, but it broke my heart.  Kids today have enough to worry about -- I have teenagers, trust me, I know -- still, my mother is scheduled for surgery this coming Monday (a long overdue shoulder replacement) but, this time she's really, really scared and, well, I finally "get it".

Masked Mom
Look, it's the masked blog-guh!

No, I'm not the smartest, bravest or most talented person in cyberspace (seriously, I'm okay with it) however, my kids seem to like hanging out with me inspite of the fact they believe I'm stupid for not going back to the neurologist sooner.

Aaaand that's just all sorts of cool, right?!?  RIGHT?!?

[sound of crickets]

Riiiiiight.  Stupid back, dumbass 40's.

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