There is a positive correlation between the absence of back pain and general happiness levels.

I threw out my back last weekend. It was probably because I had to carry an eleven-year old boy across a backyard to the car when he ripped open his foot. The little sucker is getting big.

All week, my spine has been out of whack. It hurt to unload the dish washer. It hurt to go to the gym. It hurt to breath.

After a lot of stretching with some distressing crunching sounds from my spine, everything is now in alignment. And my world view is back in alignment, too.

I've caught up on the boring chores that are necessary to keep the household moving. I had a morning business meeting. I'm meeting a friend for lunch.

When I first returned to life as a full time mom, I felt guilty making lunch plans. I was afraid that I was playing into the stereotype of the idlel SAHM. But I got over that. I would have lunch with co-workers all the time when I was employed. Going out to lunch once a week is mandatory for keeping one's marbles when you're at home all the time. So, I have guilt-free lunch plans today at a cute little restaurant in an old railroad station.

I'm rocking a cute little skirt that I got for $15 at the Gap. 

 

And we're looking at a weekend with no plans on the agenda. We might go to the Central Park Zoo. We might hang out and watch the World Cup. We might shoot baskets in Jonah's new hoop.

Or we might just do nothing at all.