I have today off work. I’ve been looking forward to it. There’s a laundry list of things I want and need to get done. Some cleaning, some cooking, some sewing. While the cleaning I fully admit to hating, the cooking and sewing – totally looking forward to. I have some new recipes I’ve been itching to try and patterns I just got in the mail. I have been saving them for today, a day I would finally have TO MYSELF! Golden, those words are just golden. Single working moms know that a day to yourself are as rare as hen’s teeth, and twice as precious.
So what happened? I felt the headache before I even woke up. I remember the pain preceding my first conscious thoughts this morning. Why? Why today? I was going to sleep in a little later than usual (like to 6:30 maybe!) and then go for a leisurely jog (my first since October 27th) after the sun had come up and started to warm things up around here (we’ve been down in the 30s, which is insanely cold for here!) Then get the kids ready for school, shower AFTERWARDS, and get started on the cleaning so that it was done early and out of the way. And then on to the good stuff.
Instead, I groggily reached for some Advil only to realize I was out. And that I hadn’t heard any stirrings from the kids. And Jason’s school started in less than a half hour. And it takes him at least that long to walk there… not a great start!
I woke up Jason and drove him to school. Stopped at the store on the way back for Advil, Coke Zero and clementines (Sean and Skye both LOVE them and have requested them in their lunches.) Got home, got the younger kids up, dressed, and turned them over to Cali to get them breakfast and make their snacks (short days, no lunches needed.) She was sooooo kind to finish them up and walk them over to school. What would I do without her? I crawled back into bed and tried to let some quiet calm my pounding head… Tad’s still home with pink eye, so he was sound asleep in his bed. Same thing as not being there.
Cali got dressed and left, she’s 18, graduated and had friends to see and lunches to do. So I had that quiet house to myself. And my head pounded on. I climbed into a hot bath for a half hour. By the time I got out, my head was worse. I really didn’t see that coming. Back into the comfy sweats/pjs and back into bed. Reading was making everything worse, so I had to put down my brand new copy of Stephen King’s Under The Dome (sooooooo goood, and I’m only to page 50!) No blog surfing. Just vegging out watching old episodes of Will & Grace (why did they take it off the air, that was the best show ever!) and Wife Swap (how did this show get on the air? what a trainwreck! and yet, another episode is coming on… I can’t stop watching!)
I just got Sean from school. Skye goes to afterschool care for the rest of the school year, so I don’t need to get her until later. Sean is working on his homework. My head is like 2% less painful. At least it’s moving in the right direction. I want to do something special with Sean. I try to take advantage of any one-on-one moments I get with the kids. I was hoping to take him to the park or even slip on over to the beach. But with my head, that is NOT happening. However, sitting in a dark theater for a couple hours, I can totally do that… especially with the promise of Diet Coke, kettle corn and Junior Mints. Sean wants to see Where The Wild Things Are (I took Cali, Skye and Tad to see it when it came out but Sean wasn’t interested then. Now he is.) So, we’ll see how that goes.
I can only pray this head thing gets better soon. I still want to get a few things done. Maybe at least try out that new recipe I’ve been planning. The chicken is already thawed in the fridge. I have all the ingredients. I’m really determined to get it made and if successful, the new recipe posted on my Living GFCF blog. Cause it’ll be totally awesome!
I am also determined to get the fabric run through the pleater and start smocking for Skye’s Christmas dress. I’ll post some progress pictures once I get it started. I’m excited to finally get back to that nearly lost art. I love smocked little girl dresses – and my little girl has just about outgrown that stage! Bummer.
