Before I went to bed I reheated my hot water bottle and shoved it into my pillow case. I slept on it all night. When I woke up this morning at eight, I realized it had cooled off and slipped down so that i was no longer on it. Then I realized that I had lifted my head from the bed to talk with my eldest as he woke me up.

When I had gone to bed, there was no way I could have lifted my head without pain, so I shooed him out of the room and sat up, ready to test my neck mobility. It’s not perfect, but instead of feeling like it is broken, that it is so tight it will snap if I force it to turn past the pain, it just feels stiff.

And that’s awesome, because my choices for today were, go to the doctors, buy a muscle relaxant like Robaxacet* (and that stuff is like 20 bucks for four pills!!) or find a chiropractor open on Sundays!

*Why do pharmaceutical companies pick such weird names for their medicines? Why can’t they pic something easy to name them – like headache pills. Or will fix your tummy fast!

I guess names like Fenphedra aren’t THAT hard to say, but only because I already knew how to pronounce the “phedra”part.

I will admit that there are advertisements on the television that have me curious, and they all say “Ask your doctor if this medication is right for you” but I will never ask my doctor becuase I cannot pronounce the medication in question!

I refuse to believe that I am the only person who has trouble pronouncing all of these variations of medicines.

My eldest boy woke up this morning at eight and then woke me up – on sunday – THE WEEKEND – when I get to sleep in!

He was in a bit of a panic. See, he is eight years old, he will be nine in a month and a few days, but he had a big icky zit  on his chin. It was one of those white puss filled kinds. He washes his face each night with a face wash (a few months ago, I noticed a bunch of black heads on his nose), so he figured he was in the clear and  would never have to worry about pimples.

I think eight going on nine is too young for him (or me) to be worrying about acne, but I’m not sure. I remember being in grade four and getting a hair cut, the hairdresser chopped all my hair off – really short – and put it in a perm – my mother insisted. It was horrifyingly embarrassing, because as soon as my bangs were off my face everyone could see the pimples on my forehead.

I know girls mature faster than boys, and maybe that is why I had acne in grade four, and also, my boys are a lot cleaner in terms of personal hygiene than I was at their ages, but I do worry that this lone pimple is a sign of what is to come. I would do pretty much anything to save my boy the embarrassment I went through during my teen years in regards to acne!

I told the boy to leave it be, and then pointed him to my face wash, which is a bit stronger than the one he was using, and for now, I guess, that’s all that I can do.

What face wash do you use? What do your children use?