The 23-month-old is in the phase where he wants to be held ALL. THE. TIME. (except when he wants to run in the street, of course) Which sounds cute and adorable (while still mildly frustrating) right up until this weekend, when Papa Bear and I have both thrown out our backs in the past week lifting and carrying him. Papa Bear threw his out on Tuesday when carrying the toddler reactivated an injury from a month ago, and I threw mine out for the first time ever yesterday when I took the toddler with me to WalMart to get an oil change so Papa Bear could take some medicine and rest his back.
It seemed like a great idea at the time, getting something I needed to done and helping Papa Bear get better. And then an hour into the 3 1/2 hour wait (the last two hours of which went across all of his normal naptime), I threw my back out from the combination of the toddler wanting to be carried and wanting to throw everything out of the cart. And then the last 45 minutes or so he was squirming on my lap screaming in the waiting area. I had figured it would be ok because he can start his nap an hour late without problems, and I thought I'd be out of there in the two hours before it got to that point. But then not only was he past that window, I couldn't hold him to shush him down to sleep in my arms because I was on the verge of crying (and sometimes past that verge) from the pain in my back. And I couldn't call Papa Bear because he had taken his medicine like he was supposed to, and so he was very deeply asleep.
And of course this has to happen when I've got a lot of clients scheduled every day. I'm thrilled to have so many clients, but it doesn't give me any opportunity to rest my back in between people or take medicine that will make me sleepy.
The best laid plans, I swear.