Today I picked up the baby and then wanted to fall on the floor and cry.  Something bad happened.  It’s been bugging me a little today and then I put the baby in his highchair and BAM, I was broken.  Broken to the point of being short of breath and wanting to cry like a baby.  

I wish we had a chiropractor that lived with us.  Maybe under the stairs or something.  Somewhere not really in the way or anything but maybe we could go to a closet unhook him from a hook and he could fix me.  Then I could hang him up again for next time.  Though I imagine if I had to hang him up, I run the risk of hurting myself hanging him up, causing me to need to get him down again and that could get annoying.  I’d be willing to buy him a step stool or something so he can do get up there himself though.  That’s the type of guy I am.

I’m broken somewhere between the middle of my shoulder blades all the way around under my arm and into my chest.  Like that picture only I have more hair and the man boob makes it awkward.  

Do you ever wish someone would swing you by your feet from the roof and stretch you out?  I do.