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Today my lower back is absolutely killing me. By noon I could barely carry Henry up the stairs to his room. I've been a little tense lately. I notice I've been clenching my teeth all the time. When I notice myself doing it, I tell myself to relax, but then half an hour later I notice I'm doing it again. Sigh. What I need is a vacation, which is ironic, because as it turns out, me and the kid are vacating and heading to Boston for a week. A change of scene will do me good, and the endless amount of smooches Henry will receive from his Grammy will do him good too. He's got chapped cheeks from the copious amount of drool emanating from his mouth region; I wonder if we could kill two birds with one stone by getting my mom to wear chapstick when she gets in all of her smooch time. Something to think about. Now begins the days long task of trying to figure out (and collect) everything I'm going to need to bring with me to keep a certain person happy. I guess I should figure out what to bring for Henry as well. Har har.