Migraine complaining

I have had two headaches in the past week. Last night was a doozy. I went upstairs to my darkened bedroom by 8:oo to lie down. Tom sent the boys up to check on me. All I really wanted was dark quiet. Tom was concerned that this was my second in as many days. Stress will do that to you.

Tom came to bed and wanted to turn on the light to read. He asked if I minded. Finally, after heavy sighing, I told him to read downstairs. My headache was that painful. Usually I don't mind, but even the hall light was causing hurt and pain.

I had gotten mad at Trevor about homework, because he had gotten made at me for telling him to go practice his drums. I drank lots of water at work, so it wasn't dehydration. I guess the trigger was the stress of yelling at Trevor. I think I may be becoming allergic to my son and his homework. Tom said he had already lectured Trevor and Riley before I got home. Trevor must have hit a wall as far as parental lecturing when I started in on him. Anyway the headache went from dull to painful in an hour.

I was able to make scalloped potatoes and ham for dinner, before bailing on the family TV time. The residue from dinner was waiting for me when I got up in the morning. I collected the dirty dishes from the living room and after unloading the clean from the day before, loaded up last night's.

It made me a little cranky that Riley hadn't unloaded the clean ones the night before or this morning. Trevor is also supposed to take the garbage to the street for garbage day. He forgot the bags sitting on the floor ready to go, in the kitchen, but did get the big cans to the street. Bible study is this afternoon or I would have left the chores for the boys to do, but I needed to get the kitchen in some semblance of order before the other boys arrive to study.

Wednesday is my tidy up day, since company comes. It may not look tidy to the guests, but it is a lot better than other days of the week. The dining room table is cleared off and I try to get the kitchen counters scrubbed clean. Pick up the living room. The clutter is down to a dull roar. Its a great motivator, bible study. I just wish it looked like I had done something by the end of the day. But I know what I accomplished. I did the boys' chores.

I am cranky. I should not have to ask. These chores should be done automatically. But then what do I expect, when it gets this bad. I am going out to mow the lawn. Its a beautiful day. That will make me feel better. But first I will vacuum the living room.