New Best Friend

The chiropractor is my new best friend. I have not had a migraine in two and a half weeks. Yippee! I go see her again tomorrow. Gotta get up early tomorrow, so must get to bed on time.

No migraines!

Sleeping Arrangements

I have intended to post all week, but you can see how that worked out.

All week we have been anticipating the big night. SweetP's first sleepover slumber party. He has never, until last night, slept away from us. There has been a parent home with him every day of his life. So with a little trepidation on my part, and a lot of trepidation on Ducky's part, we sent him off to spend the night with his friends. We made arrangements that if he wanted to come home at any time, we would come get him. We didn't need to, he did fine and he is one tired boy today.

He was beside himself with excitement. We packed his backpack, found his sleeping bad and put all of his stuff down stairs. We took him to their house and without so much as a backward glance he was off. We called him back to hug is brother and tell him bye. And we left him there. He really has graduated from little boy to big boy. I am not sure that I am ready for my babies to grow up.

Poor sweetE was distraught when we dropped him off. We hadn't even gotten off their porch when he started to cry that he missed his big brother. To attempt to make things better, we let sweetE pick dinner. Mmmm, mac and cheese and french fries. We watched "Wubbzy's Big Movie," I fell in and out of sleep the whole time.

I decided that I should go to bed at the same time as sweetE. I had promised that I would lay down with him for a little bit and I was afraid I wouldn't get back up again. So, I offered to let him go to bed with me in the big bed. We snuggled in and within two minutes my sweet little boy was fast asleep. I took a little bit longer and took a trip down memory lane.

I remembered the first few days of his life when we spent our days dozing in the hospital bed while Ducky ran back and forth between our house and the hospital. I thought of how little and perfect he was. I realized that he may be big in comparison, but he is still little.

I thought back to when he got his big boy bed. Every morning he would come to my door way and when I spied him, I would pull the covers back. He would fly over and climb in and snuggle up for a good morning cuddle. I remember the look on his face said he couldn't believe his luck. I knew it wouldn't last and even when it was early I loved it. Now he just heads downstairs with his brother.

It wasn't long and the sandman got me too. I was off to sleep with a boy in my arms and a smile on my face.

Self-Employed

I have a gripe. There are far too many people that think that self-employed = unemployed. That people who are self-employed are available any time of day to collect packages, hand over keys and take care of other things that the working people can't be home for. That standard also of applies to people that "work" from home, they aren't really working anyway. So imagine if you are self-employed, working at home.

Self-employed people don't get paid if there isn't work to be done. If they play solitaire or cruise Facebook during the workday, they are cheating themselves of valuable time. That is not to say that breaks are not necessary, healthy or beneficial. But the weight is squarely on their shoulders. Especially if they have a family.

And I have a rant. There are certain new people in our life, temporary thank goodness, that fall into the above category. I wish they would just move already. They are under the assumption, knowing virtually nothing about us, that Ducky is a stay-at-home dad. They have been informed that he works for himself. On more than one occasion, they have acted put out that he wasn't available at the exact time they needed a favor. That he would have the audacity to not be home when they needed a package collected. What else does he have to do all day? I think they are rude and presumptuous based on their demands for our time and lack of consideration.

We have worked hard to juggle our little family. We sacrifice a lot to be able to have a parent home with the boys most of the time. Ducky gets up well before the world begins to stir. He is half done with his official day before most people even arrive at work. After work, he continues to be available to clients, take care of our boys, help with the house and take care of our needs. We like to be a good neighbor, we take in trash cans when people are out of town. We let the people across the street know if they forgot to close their garage door. We are friendly and helpful when we can. Most of our neighbors are the same, we live in a great place. But, just because someone happens to be home most of the time, does not mean they should drop everything to do your bidding. It does not mean that we will be home all the time. Do not expect us to change our plans because you do not want to change yours. Do not complain if we have to be gone when you want something. Can you tell that I am annoyed with someone. A specific someone.

I really don't like it when people think their needs trump everyone elses. Favors should be asked, not demanded. I just don't like rude people. And self-employed is not code for unemployed.

End of gripe and rant. I feel better now.

Oh, Those Headaches

So the Advil and water seemed to have done the trick for today. But I have had a headache of one type or another since last Friday. So you can see why my previous post was snarky. I had the fear that on the 7th day of the month I would have to take my fourth migraine relief pill (oh, so wonderful prescription relief), or half my allotment for a month. Panic!

I go back to the chiropractor on Friday for a follow up. Bring back that bobble head feeling. I need to schedule a follow up with the neurologist and discuss whether the preventative medicine is working (seems not, but I won't jump to conclusions). But I want to give the chiropractor and earlier bed time a try for a bit first.

At the moment I feel decent and would normally stay up and get stuff done, but in the interest of heading off migraines triggered by less than 8 hours sleep (how sad is that) I am going to go to bed.

I take sweetE to swim lessons in the morning, so I have to get up early (6:30). Okay, some people wouldn't consider it early, but I think anything before 8 is early. Have I mentioned that I am not a morning person? So this whole bedtime thing is messing with my world. But a pain free world is a happy world.

Damn It

I am so sick of headaches. There is another one brewing at this moment. I am off to pop Advil. And pound water and hope to hell that it goes away. Far away.

Can you tell I am fed up with my own head?

Another Attempt

In my ongoing quest to ban the migraine, I started chiropractic today. Now that I have insurance that will cover it, it can't hurt.

So I crackled all over the place and left feeling like a bobble head. My head was all loose and floaty on my neck. I haven't had that sensation in ..., okay I may never have had that sensation. Of course, after a new stress at work (same person, different topic) I am back to feeling like a my head is a Styrofoam ball stuck on a pencil. I have not drunk enough water today, I did try. I have tried the stretches a few times today, ouch!

My tense little neck and I are going to drink water, take pills and go to bed. I am adding a headache tally on my sidebar. I need a visual aid to help me see progress or the lack.

Parents are Rejoicing

All over town I heard the distinctive sound of happy parents. School was back in session. Their stir crazy children were now in the hands of trained professionals. Their lives could return to their normal programming.

We will not discuss the harried and exhausted teachers at the end of the day after dealing with children who just enjoyed a three week break. It was not pretty.

Truth be told, it will be nice to be back in a routine, but man is it exhausting. Give me a few more days to get my groove back. This station will end transmitting now, enjoy the static.