Today was a great day. My son, GHD, and I went pumpkin picking at a farm near our home. My son's father, stepmother, and sister also went with us...and for once, my son's father behaved himself. We all had a wonderful time...there was a huge corn maze, a petting zoo, etc...all in all it was a wonderful day. However, halfway through the day, my back started screaming at me. It made it very hard to enjoy all the activities, and I HATE it that I have to sit things out and can't do all the things with my son that I want to. Tonight, I am paying for the fun I had today...my knees, back, hands...I am so sick of my body betraying me and it pisses me off that I can't do all the things I used to do. I hate it when I have to tell my son "I'm sorry honey, but I just can't." He never reproaches me, or gets upset when I tell him that...but it bothers ME. Sigh...I am just so tired of it!
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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there ~ Rumi
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