Migraines & Kids
Well I am sad that I missed a day of writing. I was going even just write a few sentences but the migraine kept me away. Man I hate those.
I don't get them often anymore but when I do I am down for the day which then everything that I needed to get done for that day pills up and spills over the next day like a laundry overflowing in the basket.
Yesterday made me realize as I laid in bed sick that I was grateful that Flux was there to help out. Even if it meant he would have to make up the day later this week (longer work hours). I try not to have him stay home to help when I sick for that reason but I had been fighting this headache for two days that turned into a migraine and it finally had taken it's toll on me. I did want to laugh a bit as I heard loud commotion coming from downstairs, a bit of screaming because someone wasn't getting their way, crying, etc. I wanted to go down and help but knew that Flux needed to be the parent and handle it. I feel bad but I tell him "Now you know what my mornings and afternoons can be like" The little's aren't always so quiet or playing nicely with each other. Sometimes its complete chaos and I want to cry but then at the end of the day we give each other hugs and kisses and say goodnight because I know tomorrow is a new day that we can try again.
I had a bit of a chuckle this morning and I tried to get Jane (pseudo for privacy) up for school and at the same time Kate (pseudo for privacy) needed to be fed. So I gently called to the Jane and said "Let's get up the bus will be here soon"-don't worry I had a good half hour but that seems to do the trick when I say that. Jane opened her eyes and said "No bus" and rolled back over. I again asked them "Don't you want to see your teacher and go to school on the bus"? Again Jane stated "No bus, no bus". By this time Kate was getting really squirmy so I headed downstairs and started to get them fed. As I was sitting in the chair, I called up to Jane "Jane, come downstairs, we need to get ready for school and the bus" By this time Jane was mad and I couldn't help but send Flux a text telling him what was going on. He texted back "I don't know if its a blessing or a curse that our kids can talk to us in full sentences now". You see, Jane has a speech delay. So just hearing those words I can't really get mad or upset because they are able to communicate more these days. After much coaxing and telling me she was sad. I helped her get ready for school, breakfast fed and off onto the bus after her brother Henry (pseudo for privacy) gave the other a little a hug and said goodbye.
So this morning as I sit here at my desk telling you all what happened yesterday, we have classical music playing in the background and a Henry sitting next to me quietly eating his breakfast and playing with a pretend spray bottle. All is well in the Gish and Flux household for now. Let's hope that I can get my laundry done for the day and put away because it's becoming now a hazard on the landing of the stairs and lets be honest I really don't need to break my legs again in a freak accident. I want to be surgery free this year!
I don't get them often anymore but when I do I am down for the day which then everything that I needed to get done for that day pills up and spills over the next day like a laundry overflowing in the basket.
Yesterday made me realize as I laid in bed sick that I was grateful that Flux was there to help out. Even if it meant he would have to make up the day later this week (longer work hours). I try not to have him stay home to help when I sick for that reason but I had been fighting this headache for two days that turned into a migraine and it finally had taken it's toll on me. I did want to laugh a bit as I heard loud commotion coming from downstairs, a bit of screaming because someone wasn't getting their way, crying, etc. I wanted to go down and help but knew that Flux needed to be the parent and handle it. I feel bad but I tell him "Now you know what my mornings and afternoons can be like" The little's aren't always so quiet or playing nicely with each other. Sometimes its complete chaos and I want to cry but then at the end of the day we give each other hugs and kisses and say goodnight because I know tomorrow is a new day that we can try again.
I had a bit of a chuckle this morning and I tried to get Jane (pseudo for privacy) up for school and at the same time Kate (pseudo for privacy) needed to be fed. So I gently called to the Jane and said "Let's get up the bus will be here soon"-don't worry I had a good half hour but that seems to do the trick when I say that. Jane opened her eyes and said "No bus" and rolled back over. I again asked them "Don't you want to see your teacher and go to school on the bus"? Again Jane stated "No bus, no bus". By this time Kate was getting really squirmy so I headed downstairs and started to get them fed. As I was sitting in the chair, I called up to Jane "Jane, come downstairs, we need to get ready for school and the bus" By this time Jane was mad and I couldn't help but send Flux a text telling him what was going on. He texted back "I don't know if its a blessing or a curse that our kids can talk to us in full sentences now". You see, Jane has a speech delay. So just hearing those words I can't really get mad or upset because they are able to communicate more these days. After much coaxing and telling me she was sad. I helped her get ready for school, breakfast fed and off onto the bus after her brother Henry (pseudo for privacy) gave the other a little a hug and said goodbye.
So this morning as I sit here at my desk telling you all what happened yesterday, we have classical music playing in the background and a Henry sitting next to me quietly eating his breakfast and playing with a pretend spray bottle. All is well in the Gish and Flux household for now. Let's hope that I can get my laundry done for the day and put away because it's becoming now a hazard on the landing of the stairs and lets be honest I really don't need to break my legs again in a freak accident. I want to be surgery free this year!
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