Rants from the Hippo

I can't get to sleep at night because my husband snores and shakes his leg like a sleeping dog.



When I do drift off I wake up with my back in a twist like a wrung out dishrag and my arms asleep and useless.



When I lift heavy things at the store my hips buckle and I pee a little. Sorry.



I used to be able to carry in all my groceries in one trip and now my shoulders and back cry after just a few minutes of holding the cutest baby on my block. That also means holding my wee daughter on my lap is nearly impossible. (Sob)



I have friction in places I'd rather not. I will not elaborate.



I've given up quilting because my fingers can't take the tiny work. (Wail)



My husband had to tighten the hand rail in our stairway, because I actually use it now.



I can't put on my own socks. If my husband isn't home I just don't wear any.



When my daughter and I started the mommy and me dance class, the instructor told her to do what I did. Ex: Sit cross-legged (can't do it), touch the bottoms of my feet together and let my knees down (never gonna happen), lower my head to touch aforementioned feet while in aforementioned pose (not even close). (Tears flow freely)