My Back Hurts

I have a friend named Janet. She is due to give birth any moment and I am very excited for her. I was talking to her on the phone the other day and giving her some advice on her pending family expansion. I told her not to be scared. That having a child is truly the most amazing and miraculous experience. But I begged her to not give her husband too hard a time and to understand that he will be trying his best. That he'll be blindly trying to figure out how to be a good parent and keep her happy at the same time.

She appreciated that.

Then I told her my back hurt. I told her that picking up the boy and putting him down; holding him until he fell asleep; slowing placing him into the crib so that he doesn't wake up; all hurts my back.

"Blog about that," she insisted.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I like the way you tell stories. It is so real. You've have such a great way of describing your life."

Well, Janet. Here you go.

My back hurts.

All the time.

I feel like Grandpa from the Simpsons. He looks like his back gives him nothing but grief.

I'm 40 years old and I feel like Grandpa Simpson looks.

How is that for an image?

:-)