Monday morning .. or is it Sunday?

It is 10:55am. I woke up at 9am (sort of -- and Thank You Mr. Farmer for letting me sleep in).
I need a nap already.
My head is spinning again and I am so fucking frigging tired of these migraines. I thought I was on the mend but awoke at 4am to that all too familiar throbbing. So I took some meds and a feeling mighty loopy at the moment.
I tried a jolt of coffee and 2 Excedrin Migraine - sometimes that helps ... nope, now I just have heartburn.

Ok, some sweet stuff ...

knowing that I was in pain; AngelBaby embraced my head, kissed the top and said I make you all better MaaMaa. Yes ... much better - in my heart sweet thing!

I am listening to Down Came the Rain on CD. I could swear that Brooke Shields is speaking directly to me .. to my situation. Isn't it funny how we women can relate in so many ways. I want to call her and tell her how great her book is ...

SweetiePie just offered to make me mashed potatoes ... my comfort food.

I can not believe how spacey I am right now ...

Ok, that wasn't sweet - just true.

I cleaned house all day yesterday - it is terrific to be able to walk on the floor with bare feet.

I wonder if I could convince Mr. Farmer that house work is causing my migraines ... hmmm ...

SweetiePie is actually making pancakes .. she wants to do it on her own, I am doing my best to stay out of the kitchen - but I can smell that the pan is too hot.

I love that the blogger update auto saves my posts ... how many times have you written a post only to have it vanish into cyberspace?

I am not going to spell check this. sorry.

Thanks for the kind words about the size 12. Y'all are too sweet!
Ms. E, I am not (not, not, not) going to be getting a swim suit :) 12 is nice, but I still have too much stretchy skin -- and I refuse to look like Star Jones - ick!
I am glad to say that the 12's still fit today -- some how I expect that I am going to wake up and be in a 22 again ...

Mr. Farmer and I discussed Botox again this morning. He wants me to see where I can get it and how much it will cost. It would be so worth it if it helped the migraines.

ok, head is spinning too much. gotta lay down.

Frannie

“I could never say in the morning, "I have a headache and cannot do thus and so". Headache or no headache, thus and so had to be done.” Eleanor Roosevelt


I will keep you and will make you to be a covenant for the people and a light for the Gentiles.
Isaiah 42:6

Someone wake me

when the room stops spinning.

Ever had a migraine? Ever had one that lasts for days, weeks, months?

You would think I was an expert at it by now. But alas, I am just as surprised each time I get one that just won't go away.

I have had them virtually all my life. Some times, with medication, they go away in a few hours and other times - with or with out medication - they can last for months. My longest lasted 68 days, that I kept track of ... could have been longer.

Anywho ... I know I have talked about them here before. I don't really want to dwell on it, but rather make excuses for myself - when they come and don't leave - I check out ... on life - as much as I can anyway ... because really ... I still have to be the mom, the bills still need to be paid and life does go on. I just can't focus to write a darn thing!

Ok, I'll stop with the griping ...

Even when things suck, there are a few sweet moments.

This weekend was no exception. On Saturday my girls and I just hung out together. Doin' nothin'. It was so sweet. I read a book - Catch Me If You Can by Donna Kauffman - quite steamy, I was shocked - of course I didn't put it down though ...

The day just seemed to lull along, each one of my girls taking turns hanging out with mom. They read their own books, of course, and we just cuddled on the couch. It was nice outside (for a while) so AngelBaby and I actually took a cat nap on a blanket in the back yard.

The girls ran around the back 40 in bare feet and just had a blast.

I guess I can't accurately describe the sweetness of the day ... just take my word ok, it was a great day!

I can't really say too much more. I am takin' it easy this week ... I hope.

Frannie


Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain. William Faulkner

When old people speak it is not because of the sweetness of words in our mouths; it is because we see something which you do not see. Chinua Achebe

We always thank God for all of you, mentioning you in our prayers. 1 Thessalonians 1:2