This week, after our schoolwork on Saturday, we went out to the store on foot. I pulled Mad Natter in the wagon, and we went down the block. When we came home, we planted potatoes, and I weeded the garden. That's when I noticed, my back was really sore. I attributed it to all the bending for gardening, and to pulling a fifty pound child in a wagon up a hill. It was uncomfortable, but I deal with discomfort all the time anyway. It didn't go away.
I woke up Sunday feeling like death warmed over. My back was sore, a radiating pain across the entirety of my lower back. Couldn't stand up properly, could bend at the waist, nothing. It was all kind of bad, and it didn't get better. Monday was worse. Today, it is still ongoing.
We don't know what's wrong with me, but it's at times like this that my family really shines. Skeeve has picked up the slack for all the things I can't do, and Mad Natter has made a point of checking on me to make sure my hot packs are appropriately placed. We've been cobbling daily living together, and if it continues, we're looking at possibly having school days starting on the couch, so that there's as little jostling as can be had. But, we still make it work. Mad Natter is understanding that sometimes his mama's body believes it is its own enemy, and when that happens, his mama needs some extra help. He's learning how to work together as a family to get done the things we need to get done even with one of us on the fritz.
It isn't a standard homeschool lesson, no. But, it is a very important lesson all the same - working together, taking care of the people who matter to you, and how to keep things working, even when things don't go to plan. I'll take it. Every time.