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Friday April 19th 2019

Please Find A Cure For Migraines

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If you have been keeping tracking, today is day 4 of migraine watch 2010.  Usually, I have a migraine for a day or two but four days in a row, come on now give me a break.  The migraine medicine is a joke this time around.  Even the narcotics are apologizing.  I don’t have an unlimited supply of narcotics either.  They are prescribed based on my history and average occurrence of migraines.  They were not prescribed for a typical use of daily migraines for four days.  If I take them all now then I won’t have any for later.  Trying to get narcotics out of my doctor is like wrestling an alligator.  It can be done but it is a hard fought battle.

Mom We Need Bread

As I am trying to write this, my 11 year old knocks on my door to tell me we are out of bread.  His exact words, “mom we are out of bread”.  I responded with ok and made a mental note to pick up bread at the store later.  You would think that would be the end of it.  Well I thought that would be the end of it but, unbeknown to me, I am suppose to read minds and figure out that the direct statement my child made didn’t have a direct meaning.  A few minutes after he leaves my door I hear a commotion in the kitchen.  My 11 year old is being mean to the 13 year old.  The 11 year old is mad, that is very clear.

I go to investigate to find out the following details.  My 11 year old was trying to make his lunch when he discovered there was no bread.  Actually the two heel pieces and 1 slice were left so technically there was bread.  Seems my oldest used all the bread yesterday and assured my 11 year old there was enough left to make a sandwich.  Now, again, technically that is an accurate statement but, as any parent knows, a child doesn’t recognize the heel pieces as bread.  For me this was a simple issue and could be corrected but to my 11 year old it was the end of the world.

The 11 year old explains he is mad because his brother took all the bread and lied about their being bread for lunch AND because I wouldn’t go get any bread.  WHAT???  He never asked me to go get bread or even mentioned needing bread.  All he said was that we were out of bread.  How was I suppose to translate that into knowing that he needed bread AND I never refused to go get more bread.  The store is literally 2 minutes from the house and I go all the time.

Being mean to the 13 year old (I need to get them names) wasn’t going to solve anything so I have never gotten that logic.  I stopped the madness and went to the store to get bread.  Something I would have done had I known there was a specific need for bread this morning, the first time he knocked on my door.  I explained to the 11 year old the proper way to let someone know you need something so hopefully next time it will go smoother.  As I walked away, I heard one say to the other in a very sarcastic tone, “why would we bother telling her we are out of bread if we didn’t need the bread right now”.  They are lucky I have a migraine or I would have returned to explain a few important facts about life to them.  The first one being, make sure mom is out of earshot before you run your mouth.

Supermoms Annoy Me

I ran into another mom while I was in the convenience store.  Her son has been in the same class as my youngest for the past three years.  She doesn’t approve of me because I am a stay at home mom yet I don’t spend all my time volunteering in the classroom.  She politely made her disapproval known at the end of last year when I didn’t volunteer to chaperon 100 second graders on a hour and half bus ride, a day at Silver Springs, and a hour and half bus ride back.  One, I am not insane and two, I do stay at home but I work on the website all day or am looking for a real job.  I did my share of helping out last year, it just was not in the fashion that puts me into contact with all 100 of the second graders all at the same time.  I can barely tolerate my own 4 kids on a thirty minute car trip.  Can you imagine 100 antsy second graders on a hour and half long bus ride?  Oh goodness no, not for me.  I will leave that up to the supermoms who are competing for mom of the year.

Anyhow, volunteer mom, was in there buying milk and doughnuts and had the nerve to comment that I was buying bread.  She said and I quote, “oh did you forget your kids were taking their lunch today?” and it gets better “I saw you didn’t sign up to chaperon the Sea World field trip, you must be so busy at home all day, I can’t imagine what you do all day but it must be important to keep you from supporting your son’s class fieldtrip.  Don’t worry enough other parents signed up so your son will be safe.”  How about plot the demise of women like you?  How about that for what I do all day that is so important?  Between the migraine and the kids being crazy this morning I did respond when I really should have kept my mouth shut.  I ignored the lunch comment entirely but the field trip comment pissed me off.  I responded with, “no I didn’t sign up because that is the day they are going to reveal Sami shot EJ and that is a don’t miss day, there are some days you have to watch live, the DVR just doesn’t cut it.  Don’t worry though I made his dad take the day off from work so one of us would be there.  You didn’t see his name on the list because it should be on the list?”  Now that comment was not really bad because she already thinks I do nothing more than sit around all day eating chocolate bon bons and watching soap operas, I was just confirming it for her.  I wanted to suggest she put back those doughnuts because her son is already the size of a 5th grader and none of that size comes from height and she is about the size of a….but I refrained.

Let Me Run The Car Rider Lane – Please

I just got back from dropping the kids off, thirty minutes it took.  The school is 2 miles away so the time was spent sitting in the car rider lane.  You know the job I would happily volunteer for?  Car rider lane monitor.  That is reserved for school staff only but I would love to do that job.  I would piss off several parents but I would be a goddess to the majority of parents.

  • No more getting out of the car and walking kids across the car rider lane.  You hold up the line of parents who stay in their car and ride the lane properly.  If you have business in the school or carrying something heavy fine but just to park in general and walk them across – no more!  It is in the handbook.
  • No more dropping off your little ones from one line then getting into the other line to drop of your big ones 2 feet up.  You get to stop once and all kids must exit the vehicle.  The big ones can walk the extra 2 feet it won’t kill them.
  • No more idling in the car rider lane while you chat with the teacher on duty, that is what parent/teacher conferences are for.
  • No more idling in the car rider lane while you get out of your car to hug and kiss and wave goodbye to your kid (you are sending them to school for 7 hours not on a tour of duty with the military).
  • No more cutting in line (you will be sent back around the car rider loop, twice in fact).  Nothing pisses me off more than when I have sat in line and just when I am about to get to pull up, some ass zooms up in the outside lane and pulls into the empty spot in the car rider lane.

Work Work Work

Well the kids are back in school after their long weekend off, they were so excited.  Ok they weren’t but I am.  Peace and quiet for 6 whole hours what could be better than that.  I have some catching up to do work wise because I took last night off.  The migraine won and I finally gave up and curled into the fetal position begging God to take it away.  I drifted off to sleep at some point.  The migraines are going thru these peak and valley cycles.  When they are low I can tolerate them but when they hit the peak it is excruiating.  I am going to take a pill, let it take effect then get to the Halloween recipes.

Oh yeah I forgot.  I have been given an assignment to come up with a sign off for my daily life post that encourages people to share the post (hint this is a daily life post).  Just like in highschool, I am going to try to pass my homework off to someone else to do and then take all the credit for myself(just kidding I never never did that, can they change your grades after you have graduated, I hope not).  If you have any suggestions please feel free to share, if it is good I will use it and denounce ever knowing you and claim it was my idea all along 😛  “Share Bitches” has already been recommended and rejected so you can take that one off the list.

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2 Responses to “Please Find A Cure For Migraines”

  1. hoosier harry says:
    signoff=

    It’s my way or the information superhighway. Don’t agree? Prove it and post.

  2. bloomstock54 says:
    We need a good car lane goddess to get these parents moving. Can I get you to come work the car lane at my kids school?

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