I went to bed with a headache last night even after taking Tylenol, which I try really hard not to do while pregnant, at 9:30pm and still had a headache at 2am when A was up (took more Tylenol). Then still had a headache at 6:30am when R woke me up. Wtf?
I hate headaches and especially hate it when they won’t go away. I may refuse drugs while pushing humans out of my body but when I have a migraine I’m all about anything that will make it go away! So obviously A picks today as the “day of screaming in mom’s face for no apparent reason.” I mean unless you count the fact that the bathroom door won’t shut all the way as a good reason. Trust me, she does. So I do everything I can think of to kill the headache demon and it doesn’t go away until A is finally taking a nap (and I’m attempting to take one).
Yea! I can think straight again! Wait not so fast mama…. A is awake and she is super PISSED that R isn’t home and decides to, you guessed it, scream in my face about it! Headache is back on. Luckily R has a break between classes and comes home around 2pm and I immediately grab my purse and head out the door with a brief “when do I need to be back?” I have every intention of staying gone until the last possible second.
I planned to head to Starbucks for a caffeine attempt at killing the headache (go ahead and award me the worst pregnant hippie of the year award) but then decide after hearing a commercial for the local coffee shop/creperie to head there for a rare mama treat. Crepes aren’t really in our budget right now so I’d usually never go there but I was feeling sorry for myself and figured I deserved it (responsible I know).
Arsagas at the depot (fancy name for coffee/crepes) is like a 5 minute walk from our house but because of where I am, I have to drive through campus and deal with undergraduate cross walkers and buses and it takes me 15. I get there finally and omg there is a sign that says “Closed today for Spring cleaning” (!!!!) Why does the universe hate me? I want a crepe dammit and some caffeine.
I ended up going to another local coffee shop with overpriced sandwiches and my avocado slices were rock hard but I’m sitting on a patio and it’s a gorgeous day so I’m pretty happy. But I must be some kind of mental patient because as I sit here enjoying some much needed “me” time I’m totally missing R and crazy bird A. So when R texts me to say they are on a walk I disclose my location and invite them to join me. Here’s hoping that A doesn’t immediately start screaming in my face when they arrive. Happy Monday people!
p.s. Some guy just asked me how much time I had left on the clock. I was super confused and thought he thought I was a server here or something but apparently he was referring to my pregnancy. Men are idiots. The end.


