That's how I'm feeling these days. After all, I do have two kids and there's only one of me, so that's not so unreasonable. The problem isn't the 'outnumbered' so much as it is the 'overpowered'. Lately the kids' idea of a good time is to distract me into playing with them in a roughhousing sort of way. I remember doing that with my parents growing up, and I find it kind of nostalgic.
The problem is that it's killing me. First, part of why they do it is to put off doing schoolwork. Second, I forget that I can't do certain things, and next thing I know, I have sore hips, sore knees, and odd pains in my arms. Doesn't leave much that isn't hurting!
While I don't let the kids go so far as to miss their schoolwork, I do play with them almost every day. I'm sometimes tempted to tell them I just can't play that way. Maybe that's what I should do, but I just can't get past the nostalgia aspect. After all, how long can this phase of their growing up last? They're already 10, and going to hit their teens pretty soon! And, if the doctors are right, fibro won't get any worse, right? So, if I have some hip pain, so what? So I gimp when I get up and look like I just got off a horse when I walk. The next generation must have its memories! Right? Sigh...ow...
