It's been one of those days.
Actually, this morning until about 1 was pretty peaceful and fun.
And then it turned into one of those days.
Which completely took me off guard, considering Chloe and I were getting along just swimmingly.
I haven't slept well the past 5 nights or so. Which is to be expected, considering I'm expecting, and it starts to get a little uncomfortable. But last night, I felt the migraine coming on. It was already 4 in the morning, and I wasn't about to take drugs that make me sleepy for 8 hours, 3 hours before I'm supposed to be up.
The joke was on me. I took it first thing after I drug my exhausted tooshie out of bed.
Fast forward a few hours...
So Chloe doesn't want to take a nap. Or she's teething or experiencing some sort of painful growth sprout or something. Who knows. Either way, I listen to 3 hours of off-and-on screaming with the will-she-won't-she-go-to-sleep question bobbing around in my head. It didn't make for a peaceful naptime.
She did eventually fall asleep. About 30 minutes before I needed to pick up the older two.
*Head to desk*
I've been able to stave off the pain portion of this migraine for awhile now. But as the children become possessed by demons, it gets more and more difficult. Aside from vision aurors, extreme fatigue, dumbness (seriously, I'm dumb on migraines)...and I forgot what I was saying. Anyway, the pain seeped in.
So now I wait for my magic migraine medicine to do it's thang. It just feels like it's taking an awful like time to do it...
And Brett is "installing" a new faucet. I'm frightened. I don't want to mop up whatever mess it sounds like he's making in there.
Just keep swimming. Swimming, swimming, just keep swimming.
SHUT UP DORI!