posturing

One of the things that the physical therapist told Stupid Daddy during my nervous breakdown from having to take care of three kids plus him after he herniated the one disc and before he ruptured the other one is that he holds his head too far forward. His posture, the guy said, was a result of previous back trauma but also likely to harm him in the future.

I can't say I had noticed this quirk of his posture beforehand, but once I was cued, I saw it quite a bit. And because I'm a nag it's difficult to correct habits you're not even aware of, when I catch Stupid Daddy holding himself that way, I nag him a lot gently remind him to pull his head back in line with his spine.

This morning, he was sitting at his desk looking at porn responding to an email with his head jutting way forward toward the computer while his shoulders and everything else hung back. Dangerous.

"Fix yourself!" I said. "You're like this!" And then I jutted my chin out as far as I could.

"Oh, stop it," he said. "You should see what you look like when you're sitting at your computer." He bent himself over, kind of hook-shaped, to demonstrate. "You look like a fucking gnome!"

At which point, my own posture went supine, because I was totally ROFLMAO.