The Old Gray Mare......................

Both of my daughters are teachers and anyone who has been a teacher knows the amount of "stuff" a teacher has in her classroom, especially early childhood teachers.  For the past 15 years I have helped hang posters, alphabet trains, move furniture, sort, cut and paste more times than I can count.  Ron and I have helped them move to new classrooms four times each and then there was the great mice invasion of 2002.  Well, this year they are moving once again to a brand new early childhood building.  For some reason this has been the hardest and most overwhelming move of all.

I received a frantic call from the girls when I got home last night.  They had just gained occupancy of their new classrooms and school starts on Monday.  So I went right over and started helping unpack boxes and move furniture.  (BIG MISTAKE)  All the therapy I've had for the last four weeks just went out the window.  I'm in pain!
By the time I got home I could hardly walk and then I just melted into tears.  My poor husband had no idea what to do.  I think the tears were more about the fact that I just can't do the things I used to do.  I've always been a work horse and ready and willing to help whenever asked.  I just can't do it anymore.  Sixty-three isn't that old but arthritis doesn't pay attention to age.  Because it is in my back and has progressed so rapidly it really is limiting what I can do.  So I had a pity party and went to bed.  I guess I just have to modify what I can do but it is hard to resist picking up a box or moving a table when you see it needs to be done.  Ron and I have been enlisted to help this weekend but I'm going to have to really watch what I do

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