A Migraine and A Toddler

Oh, say it isn’t so!  I felt it coming on in the middle of the night.  I tossed and turned, hoped and wished, growled and begged, “Please, please don’t turn into a massive headache!”  I took two Aleve and laid back down.  Aleve have the power to put me to sleep, and I saw that as a good sign as the darkness started to close over my eyes.  I knew I had got to it in time.  I had defeated the headache monster!

Oh, how wrong I was.  The little one was up and at em at her normal time, and all I could feel was the headache.  Always over my right eye.  Same spot every time, since the beginning of time.  I thought breakfast would help.  Nope.  Water?  Nope.  Snack?  Nope.  Maybe a nap while E was down.  She slept for two, I took a hot shower and slept for 1.5.  Woke up worse.  Called my mother in law to tell her we weren’t coming to visit, due to head explosion possibilities, and she said she understood.  Ten minutes later she called to tell me that she was in the car on her way to pick up E and give me a couple hours of quiet.  Apparently she had heard E screaming “TIGER TIGER TIGER” in the background and took pity on me.  It helps that she loves her little E so very much!  I spent 30 minutes in a bath and then 2 hours in bed.

Sad to say, it is still here.  I’ve even snuck in another dose of Aleve in all of this mess (just one more).  I’ve never had a migraine for more than 18 hours, so I’m crossing my fingers that the next two hours brings me relief.  If not, the Mexican food that my husband is on his way home with should at least help.

I will say that a migraine and a toddler mixed together might be the absolute pits.  There is just no way to watch Daniel Tiger all day, enjoy the screeching, or run around on the floor all day to entertain the little one when your head feels like it’s going to explode.  No way to be super mommy.  It is absolutely a debilitating feeling to not be able to function or take care of your little one as well as you want.

Please, please, headache.  Go away!

Hey, Honey, How Was Your Day?

Hey!  Oh, so glad you’re home!  It’s been a crazy long day!  I need an adult to talk to! 

Oh yea?

Yea!  E got up right after you left, around 6:30.  Massive poopy!  HUGE!  So gross!  Had to put her jammies in the wash because her diaper leaked from the amount of pee!  That girl really can pee!

She sure can!

So then we just played for a little bit upstairs.  Read her ladybug book about 20 times.  She knows all the animals in the book.  Ten of them!  Pretty smart cookie we have on our hands!

*Buzzzz — Husband picks up phone to play game*

Okay, so then we went downstairs to eat…

mmm

She had yogurt, grits, and cheerios.  I always like the days when she will eat what I give her in the morning!  At least I know we have one meal of the day she won’t fight!  She drank an entire cup of milk before she was done too.

….*still playing game*

Then I set her in the living room with her toys and watched her play while I did the dishes.

*Buzz.*

Anyway, she knows how to put all of the animal pieces into her toy to make the music go off!  Knows which goes in front and which goes in back!  She used to get so frustrated just a couple days ago, but now she’s mastered it.  She enjoys the pig the most.

After I was done with the dishes we played and watched Daniel Tiger and Sesame Street.  She absolutely LOVES Daniel Tiger more and more everyday.  Says “tiger!” as soon as she sees him!  It is so cute!  And of course she goes absolutely mad when Elmo comes on.  She holds him and watches and dances with him.  Adorable.

She’s a cutie!

She sure is!  Then we did lunch, which was a fight for sure!  Tried chicken nuggets, of course she wanted nothing to do with them.  Tried bananas, wasn’t having those either.  I ended up going with cheese, yogurt melts, and puff ems.  Not great, but at least I got something in her.  It’s tough to have a picky eater!  I mean, what are we going to feed her tonight?

Dunno.  What do you think?

No clue.  Probably a tub of Gerber something.  At least she’s letting me spoon feed her stuff again.  Those at least have some other fruits in them!  She’s going to turn into a banana if she keeps eating them like she normally does.  Except for today, of course.

Banana baby! *buzz*

*sigh – growl*  SO then she slept for about an hour and 15 minutes.  Not too long, but at least I got a shower and was able to fold a little laundry.

….

Then we played, had a snack, and blew bubbles on the porch.  Thought about going for a walk but it was really hot outside.  We could barely stay out on the porch to blow bubbles.  She crawled right to the door to let me know she was ready to go in.  Such a big girl.  Knows what she wants!

She sure does!

So, how was your day?

Fine. *buzz*

Like/Dislike

This might be the first of many posts with a like/dislike listing system.  I have a lot of time to think about things I like as a mommy/wife/human, while I am reading the same book to E for the 105th time in an hour.  So, here I go…

 

I like this thing…

Aquatopia (your knees are messed up already from crawling around on the floor all day) bath mat kneeler
Aquatopia your knees are messed up already from crawling around on the floor all day bath mat kneeler

This bath mat has seriously saved my life.  Okay, so, I recently realized how important knees are.  I know, you assume they are important because of the walking and kicking and stuff, but you don’t really and truly understand how important they are until one of them isn’t working properly.  Since I have had a knee injury for the past three weeks, there is no way I would have been able to do bath time without this thing.  I guess I could have folded up a towel and put it under my knee, but this is better.  Get one.

 

I dislike diapers.

Yes, that’s right, I’m mad at diapers.  All diapers.  Disposable, cloth, overnight, I don’t care, you all suck lately.  Well, okay, the Target diapers aren’t so bad, but the cloth and the overnight diapers are not my friends right now.  Why do you keep leaking??  We were doing so well, cloth.  I’d put you on her while she took a nap and it would save me 1-2 diapers a day.  That could be up to 14 diapers a week!  If you multiply that by 52 weeks, you get a number.  Now, every time I put one of you on her, you leak.  And I’m not sure if you’ve teamed up with the overnight diapers to ruin my entire world, but those are leaking every night too!  What the hell, guys.  I thought we had a deal?  I pay money for you, and you do your damn job!  No more leaks, this is your final warning.  Don’t make me buy more of you and suffer through it because there is no other alternative!  I’ll do it!!

 

I like splitting mac and cheese.

Emmy loves mac and cheese.  The old fashioned Kraft kind, which happens to be mommy’s favorite.  We eat it at least once a week, and I get to blame eating it on her.  “I didn’t have time to make anything else after I made hers!”  Ah, it’s brilliant!  I get to eat like I’m five again (or a college student).  I wonder what I’ll do when she’s too old or too cool for mac and cheese?  I guess I’ll have to own up to loving it like an adult.  Until then….

 

I love this thing…

Mommy's Special Helper
Mommy’s Special Helper

Some mommies out there may know this as an “idiot box,” as it has come to the attention of the world that TV’s make children stupid.  I know quite a few of you types of mommies, and I just want to say that I don’t judge you one bit.  The world is a strange place with the ability to Google and hear every single persons opinion on every single thing on the planet.  It’s exhausting, and if the world says no TV until three, well then by God that is what you will do.  After all, you’d hate for your child to turn out as horribly stupid as you.  You watched way too much TV as a child, and now look at you, barely able to function in life without driving your car off a cliff, or set the house on fire, or forgetting to feed the dog for two weeks.  Wait…

This magic box lets me do a few things (every now and then, since E is only interested if someone is singing or dancing).  It let’s me do dishes, go pee, let the dogs out, and, on occasion, eat food.  If I could give this thing a hug, or a back rub, or a glass of wine, I’d do it.  Gladly.  Sesame street, and for some reason Ellen, help mommy get things done.  Bonus points for E because mommy also loves Ellen.  More bonus points because Ellen does not feature Elmo.

 

I Live In A Fog of Exhaustion…

This is what I told my husband last night, after he said he wasn’t surprised with how many injuries I’ve had lately since, as he said, “you are always exhausted”.  He’s right, although I hate to admit complete defeat when I only have one small child, and some of your out there have three, four, five…. (I honestly don’t know how you do it.  Do you have back-up batteries implanted somewhere?)  I have to just come out and own up to the fact that I am run down.  Constantly tired, constantly aching, and constantly longing to spend more than three minutes at a time sitting on the couch.  I mean, I really want to sit on the couch and have no responsibilities.  A lot.  I find myself staring at the couch, longing to sit on it and rest my aching butt.  My butt, which is constantly grinding it’s protruding bones into the hardwood floors for ten hours a day.  My back aches from picking up a 20 something pound toddler all day, or leaning over to hold her hands as she walks.  My knee, which I pulled something in two weeks ago is still swollen, and on occasion will give out and cause a searing amount of pain.  It also hurts at night while I try to sleep, unless I dose myself with Aleve before bed.  My foot, which I injured over two months ago, still hurts, especially in the morning after it’s been resting all night.  I’ve never had injuries for this long.  I usually heal quite quickly, but my body just doesn’t have it in it anymore, and I know it’s only going to get worse as she is more on the move.

So what’s the solution?  Is there a solution?  Do I continue to suffer through it, pop pills, and ice my aching parts as often as possible, or do I call in backup, even though it makes me feel like a total waste of a mommy.  My in-laws live nearby now, and they love watching E, but it always makes me feel guilty when I need their help because they never had help when they were raising their boys.  If they had had help would they have used it?  I guarantee it!  But they didn’t have that helped, and they survived.  So why can’t I?

I need to heal.  I need to feel confident walking up and down stairs while holding my daughter.  I need to not have to take Aleve every night.  (I hate taking drugs if I can possibly help it).  I need to eat better, and start taking a vitamin again (maybe that will help combat a bit of the exhaustion).  I need to keep working on things for my Etsy shop (and upcoming craft festival).  I need to vacuum, and wash dishes, and do laundry, and dust, and get E out of the house to socialize with kids her age.

I wonder if I ever thought that being a stay at home mom was easy.  I can’t remember ever thinking that, but it probably happened.  I mean, all they do all day is watch tv and eat goldfish, right??