Follow Every Dream...

I've had a crappy week.

On Tuesday I felt the distance between Boy and me more severely than I ever had. I wanted to take my baby and hug him tight, but I couldn't, and between the two of us, we couldn't express our feelings without screaming loudly at each other.

We are too alike, he and I.

Exhausted by my screaming. I spent Tuesday night, sitting quietly. Sighing deeply to myself.

On Wednesday I felt dreadful. Really sick all day, and on Wednesday night, I vomitted everything I had ate since Tuesday lunchtime, undigested. Normally when in the middle of a migraine, I vomit like this. No headache.

Thursday was relatively good, and quiet, and we laughed a lot, because the night before Boy had been in a Pagent! As a Girl!

Friday the headache started. I took painkillers and topped up during the day. I was glad when I got to the end of the day, and I felt okay.

On Saturday morning, Si was going up and hill with Scouts again, and I decided that I should take it easy, which was wise, as I woke again with a throbbing head. I took three pills and knocked myself out. I woke at noon, and bimbled around the rest of the day with my Baby.

On Sunday, I knew I had to move around the house and do something. I coloured my hair. Disaster. It didn't take, and I still have roots. I tried to straighten my hair. My Ghds died. I started the cleaning. I managed to knock the light fitting completely off the ceiling in our room.

I sorted the dinner, cooked some brownies. Cut the front grass while my baby cut the back. Swept and mopped the floors, and cleaned the loo. Then I sat to weed, while we waited for the return of Si.

We got the call and I headed down to collect him. We got home, I plated the dinner and the three of us sat, eating and Skyping Boy at the same time to make sure he hadn't been blown away by a Tornado.

I stood at the end of the meal to clear away, and my Si, my Love, who has spent the last 48 hour stuck in a tent, chasing 30 odd Scouts around the Galloway Hills, said, "I'll do the dishes, you go and sit down".

I could have gret.

And for that reason, I'll keep him.

(These are his sausages) :-)