I refuse to say the M word in case my brain says "Oh....M...I'll make that happen, it's so much more fun than a simple headache".

I have a headache.  It's been throbbing for a good 24 hours now.  Last night we headed off to AWANA and as I sat there filling out paperwork and adding up points I kept rubbing at my temples hoping it would stop.  It didn't.

By the time we got home from AWANA the kids were on strict "NO TALKING" time and I was throwing up.  It took an hour to get the nausea to settle down to take some meds.  Which didn't help.  I managed to fall asleep only to we woken up by E. who had gotten up to go potty in the middle of the night and gotten his underwear wet.  Then by Mike's alarm.  And finally by G. who was scared and came to our bed.

This morning I woke up from a series of unusual dreams, and gently opened my eyes, testing out my head.  I felt a little groggy but not horrible.  YAY!! I started to feel celebratory, until I started to brush my teeth and my gag reflex kicked in...head pounding and fighting the sweeps of nausea I leaned on the counter trying not to cry, because that would only make it worse.

Now it's 7 am.  I have managed to take some meds and drink a cup of coffee.  I just pray that the kids have a good day today, I can't deal with any fighting or arguing.  My head just might explode.

1 Thessalonians 2:7 but we were gentle among you, like a mother caring for her little children.