I was having a fairly good day today – until about 3:00. I was in the middle of grocery shopping when I lost a circle of my vision in my left eye, indicating a lovely ocular migraine quickly taking over my head. It moved to my right eye while I grabbed green onions, and the nausea hit while I was picking out apples. The searing pain waiting until I was scanning my goods. The sweating starting while I was bagging. Thankfully, my vision came back on my way to the car and the pain subsided slightly. By the time I got home, the only thing hanging on was a slight throb and nausea. Weird.
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I picked up the boys on foot today. The fall weather has been way too beautiful to drive; it will be nasty soon enough. Preston whined a little about walking home, but made it fine and was in a good mood (so I thought). The boys had some snacks, checked out some new Halloween stuff I bought and generally just hung out. About 15 mins before we needed to leave , I asked Preston to go the bathroom.
That’s where it all fell apart. Hell, it didn’t fall …
Dawn and the terrible, no good, awful few hours
Pillow talk
“MAMA!!” Comes the cry from upstairs. I had just settled my butt back on the couch from tucking them both in; Mike was already asleep, exhausted from being up too late last night.
I waited, wanting to make sure it was a real cry, not just a ‘I can’t reach my water’ whine. It was. I walked in with purpose; not a night goes by during which both boys don’t cry out for us multiple times and it has gotten very old.
“This better be good, mister” I said sternly as I walked in. And it was, of course.
“I can’t stop thinking about my school and our house catching on fire!” he said, tears glistening. I immediately sunk to the floor next to his bed. A few minutes later, we determined that the watching of the smokejumpers video on the National Geographic site was to blame. While we do have some trees around our house and around his school, we are no where near to being in a forest. Or near a forest. He thought that just because the trees were near, we lived in a forest that would catch on fire. Sigh.
From there we moved on to him missing Fooby. Which …
