Liz McGowen Blog

Today everything hurts. Yesterday everything hurt more. My mild allergies became a nightmare over the last couple of days.

I’m also thinking that my body has finally said, “Hey lady, we’ve had enough. You’ve been driving us like a chain gang. You’re finally starting to feel like you’ve got it emotionally together, but we’re exhausted. So we’re pullin’ the plug on you. We’re on strike until conditions improve.”

Yesterday it was so bad I couldn’t drive. So the kids had to stay home. There was no mommy shuttle service.

I really beat myself up over that one. I can hear the Senate Confirmation Hearings in about 30 years… “Ms. H, we were planning to rubber stamp your supreme court nomination but it seems you missed a crucial day of 4th grade and your sisters missed preschool for no reason other than your mother’s migraine and allergies. This indicates weakness of volition and poor work ethics…”

They were angelic enough to invent a game for themselves in their room and stay away from mommy who could only whisper, wear her sunglasses inside because the light hurt, and serve up chicken noodle soup and cookies. I nearly had to wear a blindfold when I had to go get something out of the car.

Their room (and pretty much the whole house) looks like it was attacked by pirates. Messy ones with lots of pillows. Pirates who change clothes often and wear lots of lip gloss.

Today is much better. Thanks to my wonderful pharmacist and doctor who spoke — about me, no less, because they are amazing people — and gave my wonderful hubby a little package of medicine for me.

So today I must explain that I am still a bit out of sorts. I am not particularly reflective or positive. I can only huddle in the living room where it is nice and dark and peaceful, and hope that my headache subsides even a little more before it’s time to pick up the kids and get the chain gang back in action.

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