The steep stairs in our house that have haunted me since we moved in finally got the better of me. In the middle of the night. While I was holding a crying baby.
That's right. I felt down our stairs earlier this week and have been enjoying the pain of a sore back since then. When I'm not in pain I'm annoyed. It hurts to pick up my son and it's completely inconvenient to sit around putting ice on my back (and unfortunately the lower region as well.)
I am glad to report that the little guy survived unscathed. It could have been worse. It could always be worse.
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