My husband has a back problem he refuses to see a doctor about. Every so often, he asks our son to walk on it. The other day he asked me to lean into it with my elbow. There’s something bulging back there. I really want him to see a doctor.
A few years ago, I was getting on my kid about cleaning his room. I told him about a bazillion times, clean it up or I will. Do it by Sunday night or I’ll take care of it.
He didn’t take care of it. I did. I found a giant pile of my Victoria Secret catalogs and Glamour mags under his bed. I put gloves on. I laughed, but holy hell, I did not want to touch those things in those circumstances.
Just now, my husband was laying on the floor in back pain. I suggested our kid could help him out, which he usually does because it is a way he can walk all over his father and be thanked for it. Our kid refused. When I said that I’d do a lesser job than him because I have no muscle, my kid said, “You don’t have to do this either, mom.”
I’ve got no point here. I’m trying to find the slipped disk in everything that’s been going on.
(Ps. Never mentioned the catalogs. Kid said thank you for cleaning my room.)