Thank you so much for stopping by. It's been a while! I'd like to say I missed you, but honestly I forgot about you. Not that I don't absolutely love when you show up. Especially when your visits coincide with extra stress on my part. You always remind me how much I love my bed.
You see, Migraine, when you are around it is really hard to keep my eyes open or even stand up straight. I really just want to lay around and hold my head in a vice grip. But your impeccable timing allows me to crave bedtime more than usual.
I love that tonight you showed up right before Josh headed out the door. Trying to get four kids bathed and ready for bed with you hanging around is quite a feat. The kids were actually pretty good after they realized that when I said, "I'm not feeling good," I actually meant it.
Oh wait. Except for when Millie grabbed the tube of toothpaste, squeezed the thing nearly empty and rubbed it all in her face and eyes. Her screaming nearly inflated you twenty times, Migraine. I thought you were going to make my head bust. Luckily, I was able to flush the toothpaste out of her eyes and she's okay now. She does smell nice and minty though.
Also, Abby's favorite key chain slid underneath the oven. Do you know what that means, Migraine? That means that I got to pull the huge oven away from the wall. Something that made my head spin. Well, you know that. You were there. Especially since I had to bend over and sweep up all the GROSS STUFF underneath it. How could I sleep tonight knowing all that was there? Ignorance was bliss. But, thank you, Migraine, for giving me the peace of mind that under my stove is now clean.
By the way, Migraine, have you been working out? I think you're even stronger now than you were last time we hung out. I'm just sayin'.
And now, Migraine, I bid you adieu as I attempt to sleep tonight before I prepare to tackle the nursery at church tomorrow. My bed invites me and I happily accept. I truly hope we don't see each other again for quite a while. No offense.