It’s been a long week. I’ve had a headache since Tuesday, which upgraded to a migraine yesterday, which has now downgraded again to a dull yet persistent ache. Joe has been suffering with a kidney stone since last weekend, so between the two of us, we are just about equal to one able-bodied parent.
Andrew of course picked this week to be Oh So Very Almost-Three, and he is absolutely killing me. Everything is a battle with him lately, including but not limited to: dropping him off at daycare, picking him up from daycare (I had to literally drag him out of the building both Monday and Tuesday while simultaneously carrying Will and the diaper bag and all of their other stuff), eating dinner, getting dressed, getting undressed, using the potty (spoiler alert: he’s not), sharing, taking a bath, going to bed, etc. etc. etc. It’s ridiculous. It’s also very normal behavior for his age, and of course there’s lots of wonderfulness mixed in with the defiance, but still. If he makes his horrible screeching noise at me one more time this week, I may need to escape to my room and throw things for a few minutes or hours.
We also woke up this morning to a layer of snow on the ground, because OF COURSE WE DID. This is the Midwest, and winter here is never-ending. Also, I use the phrase woke up loosely, because due to nightmares (Andrew), a headache (me), kidney stones (Joe), and random 2 AM cheerfullness (Will), none of us really slept last night at all.
But on the bright side, at least today I can blink my eyes without it hurting. I can’t say the same about yesterday. Baby steps, I guess.