Thanks for asking, my back is still wrenched hard. Yesterday, I stayed home to take care of 3B while Mama rested (read Harry Potter) and slept behind closed doors. We’ve taken to closing our bedroom door at all times because that’s easier than pulling him screaming away from the computer 15,673 times a day. We finally wised up and set the screen saver to require a password, so now he won’t inadvertently reformat our hard drive by hammering his chubby mitts down on the keyboard, but still, 3B won’t leave the thing alone, so we just keep our door closed now.
Of course, nothing could be so easy; every once in awhile, like several times a day, we end up closing Barky in our room. Since Barky has what his behaviorist called “confinement issues” (read: goes batshit crazy and will strip all the paint off the back of the door and the brass off of the doorknob when left alone in a room), this causes him to whine, tremble, and lift a paw. Each time we discover that we’ve done this to Barky and are trying to soothe him, 3B slips past us and begins playing Whack-a-MacMole on our keyboard. Never a dull moment.
Having 3B used to our bedroom door being closed, however, made it easier for him to accept that Mama was “gone” and would be “back later.” Nothing like a little dishonesty between father and son to get the holiday season off to the right start.
And yet yesterday, with all of its lifting–get down off the toy bench, get down off the toy bench, get down off the toy bench, get down off the toy bench, get down off the toy bench, get down off the toy bench, get down off the toy bench, get down off the toy bench, get down off the toy bench, get down off the toy bench–and carrying was easier on my back than sitting in a chair all day at work today. When I left, I was walking bent over like the bastard love child of Quasimodo and the rusted Tin Man.
So, not wanting to sit here and think and type any longer than necessary, I was glad to see that one of you had asked a great question to write about and that another one of you had already answered it for me–and I was glad to see in the answer that someone finally came up with a use for those infernal crib mobiles.