He was hitting his brother as they were standing on chairs at the kitchen counter while I was trying to do something, I forget what. It was something important like paying bills or calling clients back. I picked him up and turned to the right to put him on the floor and that’s when my back spasmed and I spent the rest of the day high on Aleve and muscle relaxants. Washed down with a swallow of peppermint schnapps, because it was the only thing I could reach where I was stuck in the kitchen crying.
It hurt so bad it make me want to throw up. The kid is almost 5 and 42 pound. I used to be able to throw a bag of dog food that size over my shoulder and walk half a mile to the car in the Walmart parking lot. Not anymore. One tiny child and I’m crying.
By late afternoon I was feeling a little better until Gina called and said I sounded drunk. I explained that I was more tired of the pain than drunk. And not drunk, but waiting for the pills to wear off because I had been useless all day. By evening it was better and I thought maybe I would survive.
Until the husband said “You shouldn’t be picking up children, you’re pushing 50.”
Then I just wanted to smack him across the face, which took my mind off my back.