Snowballing...

I am on day 2 of a migraine—not the worst one I’ve ever had, but a migraine just the same. It started because Hub and I argued on Sunday night and I was up way too late, and there was emotion involved, so I cried, because that is the only way I express emotion, so I was stuffy and had a hard time sleeping, and well…you know. I skipped the gym yesterday morning in favor of a little more sleep, and then came to work where I had to trend numerous data and I took my glasses off and forgot to put them back on too many times, and my head throbbed on. I was out of Advil so I took some Tylenol, which I guess took the edge off, but not really, and then—AND THEN!! My boss remarked at her surprise that I was able to send something to her when she’d asked for it because she was sure that I had dropped the ball. And she said it on a conference call. To me in front of other people. Um, what? And I handled it gracefully, as in ‘so, I’m not as big a slacker as you think, har har’ all the while swallowing a lump in my throat thinking ‘omg, she thinks I am lazy or a hack or some shit, omg omg omg’. But also, WTF is that? And anyway, my head pounded on. And on to home where I threw sandwiches together for dinner, and played games with the kids and let the big ones stay up to watch Brain Surge only to have them STILL be super brats when it was time to finally go to bed—and mind you while they were doing this, the baby was up and down from her big girl bed, needing to be covered, and needing her feet covered just right, needing her baby covered, and demanding the Hello Kitty underwear that her father promised to buy her today. And I almost forgot that my head was throbbing because of the complete chaos, except that I didn’t, so I took the narcotic I was prescribed when I was pregnant and brewed a cup of coffee in the Keurig with the hopes that it wouldn’t be cold by the time everyone just shut the hell up and went to sleep. The baby finally did sleep and the kids were settling so I grabbed my coffee and cut myself a piece of apple pie and topped it with cool whip. Coffee on the end table plate on the arm of the couch, I went back in to the kitchen to turn off the light, at which point, Bud came out to ask me a question, and Lucy came out behind him. I ushered them back to bed and covered them back up and turned back to the living room to find the mother effing cat licking the cool whip off of my plate. Sonofabitch. And so I ate the pie and watched the end of Cake Boss and that new show where the guys comes to tell someone that their cooking sucks, and I went to bed. Hub came home at 2am, and my head was throbbing worse than ever, so I popped 4 more Advil and went back to sleep. Still throbbing this morning, and again, I skipped the gym in favor of trying to sleep it off a bit more, but no luck. No luck at all. The children were decent though and so I bought the girls donuts on the way out to my mother’s, who I am pretty sure is smoking again, which just adds more to my stress level not to mention the attitude she’s giving me although she insists (because I actually confronted her about it) that nothing is wrong and I haven’t offended her—though clearly she is annoyed that I sent the baby to her house in underpants today and expect her to be an active participant in potty training her. Maybe I’ll suggest that she doesn’t watch them anymore. Or see them either. But that would just be bitchy, I know. But sometimes I feel like being bitchy. And the cycle starts again today, here at work, popped a few Excedrin Migraine to see what that will do, and try to get more shit done.