I've been slammed with migraines this week. (in progress, actually)
I had been doing so much better with that... but... I did go back to AM coffee and there does seem to be a connection. Or did I go back to the AM coffee because of the migraines?! Chicken or egg?
And because this is always fun (and I don't have the brain power for anything else)
I'll recount for you the monotony of my day (you are welcome in advance):
I got up feeling unrefreshed (as per the norm).
I made breakfast (nutella paninis & eggs... yeah, you wish I was your mom).
I packed lunches.
I braided hair.
I did the carpool run. (1 hour)
I spent about 2.5 hours hammering out a health savings account fiasco. (some years this has run smoothly & others it has been a freaking nightmare. Guess which this year is?)
I looked apathetically at the pile of shit on my counter.
I thought... "I should do something about that"... but then thought better of it.
I started a load of laundry.
I worked out (70 min!).
I put in another load of laundry.
I put together a bag of hand-me-downs for a classmate.
I trimmed all of Kid's papers for her poster project (seriously).
I went to the bank (where I wondered if I looked suspicious: see below).
I got a hamburger from Mc Donald's when I realized I didn't eat lunch.
I ran (literally... which is a sight to behold considering my floor length black michelin man coat & admittedly strange green gnome hat, sunglasses, and scarf over my face) into the grocery store for currants (because I'm highbrow like that)...all because Baby told her class they were making bread animals with me not just bread... and I'm a sucker... and I needed eyes.
I did the carpool run. (1.5 hours)
I dropped off the hand-me-downs (in a bag I labeled with washi tape... why am I crazy?!)
I put in another load of laundry.
I helped Kid glue her poster together.
(aka I glued it... with spray adhesive which has only amplified the ol' noggin pain)
I showered Baby's butt off (which left me wondering how many years of my life I will devote to other mammal's shit removal... which made me regret that I married someone 8 years older than myself... because... THE FUTURE).
I made dinner (strangely fantastic repurposing of leftover chili into a tamale pie... when in doubt: fresh cilantro!).
I checked math homework.
I ordered Baby new winter boots because hers are cracked (wtf?!, plus do I really want to order winter boots for MARCH?!... the answer: NO... but I must... this winter never ever ever ends.)
I rotated all of the laundry.
I showered Kid.
I laid out clothes for tomorrow.
I officiated over a flute practicing meltdown.
I ate 2 frozen girl scout cookies, made more coffee... whimpered to myself... then sat down here.
How is it only 8:30?!
And now my head is just fucking killing me and I'm wiped out.
WHY I agreed to this bread making fiasco tomorrow?!!
(Oh, that's right I technically DIDN'T)
#1 There might not even be school tomorrow (due to the insane nordic whatever)(please for the LOVE OF GOD cancel school tomorrow!!!)... so I can't make all the dough tonight and refrigerate it as I had planned (for my swap out dough with the kids). Which means Hell-on-Earth for me in the morning when I'm making breakfast, lunch, and 3 batches of dough all while simultaneously braiding hair and trying to get everyone's flute, book report poster, library books, and snow crap in the the appropriate cars. What will Mr F be doing, you may wonder... hmm... good question.
#2 If there is school, I have to make 3 trips in from the parking lot (which is actually not that close to the freaking building! It is a good 5 minute walk) to bring all the pans and bowls and bags o' flour in while enduring -1000 degree windchill temps.
I mean... it might actually kill me.
I kind of hope it does (then I can avoid #3...).
#3 Then I get the pleasure of making bread with a pack of lunatics (and I'm sure in retrospect I'll find some glimmer of pleasure in this... if only to be through with it). For hours. Then clean it all up. By myself with like weird brown industrial paper towels that are NOT AT ALL absorbent. Good times.
Have you ever tried to clean up flour with sopping wet paper towels?!
It makes paste, my friends... paste.
Ok, I need to go make muffins for breakfast.
And then cry myself to sleep.