No fair!

You may recall that last year around this time my daughter had her tonsils out. You also might recall that she and I had to miss the Dodger game due to said tonsil surgery.

You may also recall that a couple of weeks ago we went to the Dodger game and it was hot as HELL and NOT fun, at all.

So it should come as no surprise to you that this time.....

I, again, was not able to go to the game.

I KNOW! How could this have happened? What is it about me and the Dodgers? Do they just not like me? Am I destine to never be able to go to a game?

Yesterday morning I got up and took a shower. Actually, truth be told, Bossman and I were in the shower together....but that is a different story altogether...

When I exited the shower, I heard crying from the little man's room. As any normal mother would, I immediately thought that the kids were having some sort of fuss and that the wildchild had made him cry. As I stormed walked out of my room to yell talk to the kids, the wildchild was coming out of her room to find out what the commotion was about.

I entered the little man's room and he was sobbing on his bed. He said he couldn't move his head. He had a horrible crick in his neck.

What is going on with all of us getting cricks in our necks?

Don't worry, he had no other symptoms so I was pretty sure he just had a bad crick.

Problem was, he really couldn't move his head very well. We tried heat, we tried cold, we tried tiger balm....nothing was helping much. We tried pain reliever, but that wasn't really working either. To top it off, he was being extremely stubborn and refused to get out of bed.

After a couple of hours, Bossman and I threatened convinced him to get out of bed and take a shower. After the shower, he realized that he could still move somewhat, but it was still quite painful.

Bossman had to take him to a mandatory weigh-in for football. We decided we would see how it went going to that, and if he felt like he could go to the Dodger game we would leave after that.

He made it through the weigh in but he was in no shape to go to the game. After much scrambling, Bossman ended up taking his father to the game and the wildchild got to take a friend.

I got to stay home with the little man.

Of course, THEY had a great time.

The little man and I rented a movie and then we watch the game on TV.

Me + Dodgers = YUCK!

The good news? I wrote up the post on the "talk". I'll post it tomorrow.

If you'd like to read about what Bossman and I bought in the toy store in LA....go to LA Kink...I just posted it.

Oh, and for the record, the little man is doing better today, it has loosened up somewhat, but it's still sore and stiff. Tomorrow is the start of football, I have a feeling the little man will be on the sidelines for a couple of days!