Today was one of those days where I spent the entire day really just wanting to sit down in the middle of the room and weep for a few hours. No particular reason. Well, a hundred particular reasons, but none any different than any other day. Today just happened to be the day that I’d had enough, and yet, ODDLY ENOUGH, the world did not halt so that I could have a break, a snack, and a tantrum. Go figure.
My fabulous shoes that I bought for a song to go with my wedding dress arrived today, and they are even more gorgeous in person than the online picture revealed. I unwrapped them and thought how lovely to have one thing go right today! Then I tried to put them on my feet and that was the end of that.
Hey, SO WHAT if I found the very most perfect shoes for an unbelievable price but they don’t fit? Something else will come along! No big deal!
[Except that I was already cranky. Oh well.]
And I had to have that conversation with the realtor, the one that goes like this: “I know we said we’d aim for the 15th, but I’m not ready for you to come take pictures yet because I’m not done with everything that needs doing, so if you can just give me through the weekend so that I can have a few more nervous breakdowns, first, that’d be swell. Thanks.” I also had to admit that I didn’t tape the walls when I painted the ceilings (why didn’t I tape the walls?), and I managed to slop paint on the only walls for which I don’t have touch-up paint. Because I’m gifted that way. My realtor sounded a little bit like he was trying not to cry. But I’m sure that was my imagination.
The children returned from school and Chickadee dropped her coat, boots, and backpack and then made a beeline for my lap.
“How was school?”
“Fine.” Really? It was fine? Why was she now curled up in a ball in my lap?
“You okay, honey?”
“My head hurts.”
Monkey joined us and began gently patting her on the back, all the while speaking at elevated volume (by accident): “POOR CHICKIE! YOUR HEAD IS HURTING? I WILL HELP!”
She turned and buried her face in my clavicle, muttering, “Monkey, shhhhh, my head can’t listen right now.”
Oh, dear. Now, the thing about Chickadee is that she is my dying swan. Never put it past her to manufacture a spectacular drama precipitated by a splinter or a runny nose. But this was different. She felt cool (no fever) but she just looked terrible. All pale and limp.
Nothing caps off a crappy day like a mystery illness in your kid! (Don’t be jealous just because my life is so great, now.)
A bit of probing revealed nothing other than a severe headache. And this was where I started hoping that she was coming down with something, because migraines run in my family. We all know Chickadee hasn’t had the easiest row to hoe in her little life, but having her first migraine before she turns 9 still seems a bit much.
I sent her upstairs to lie down, and she went without argument. A few minutes later I followed with tylenol and an ice pack, and got her all dosed up and arranged with the pack under her neck and a cloth over her eyes. I told her I’d be back in a few minutes and went back downstairs.
Monkey was happily playing Webkinz, but looked up to ask how Chickadee was feeling. I told him she was resting a bit, and he nodded and went back to his game. I went back to some of my own work, and after ten minutes went back upstairs.
Chickadee was sound asleep. At 3:30 in the afternoon. If I had to venture a guess of when the last time that happened was, I’d be poking back to 2002. She woke up after about an hour and a half, but was no better.
So, it would appear that she’s dying. (Which is sad, because I was just starting to really like her again.)
I’m not sure what tomorrow will bring. She might wake up all better, or she might be sick. I might get over my current pity-party, or I might spend the day randomly throwing away clutter while breathing into a paper bag. Who knows! That’s what makes life SO MUCH FUN, the whole not knowing exactly how crappy things are going to be, in advance. Hooray!
Update: Not a migraine! Fevers and sickness all around this morning. I guess I should be pleased.