I don’t know if it’s the weather or what but I have had a horrible headache on and off for a couple of days now. Yuck. I went to bed Tuesday night with a headache and woke up Wednesday morning with the worst headache I have ever had in my life. An I want to die, I think I’m going to be sick now, headache.
What ensued was one of the longest days I’ve had as a mom. Survival parenting at it’s most basic. I saw to it that the kids were fed and that they didn’t harm each other or themselves. And that was it. Period. My parenting was reduced to the level of “Don’t poke your sister with that stick”. Seriously.
When my husband got home late that night after working a 12 hour shift he peeked around the house and asked “What the heck happened? The place is destroyed?!” Which sort of made me want to laugh. It reminded me of that old joke which Raylene over at It’s OK to Be Weird posted recently. The one where the punchline is, “You know how every day you come home and ask me what I do all day? Well today I didn’t do it.”
Apparently whatever it is that I actually do all day (and I do find it rather hard to define), when I don’t do it the results are quite noticeable.