Thursday, September 1, 2011

It's Not All Rainbows and Butterflies

This morning's blog is dedicated to

Usually, I absolute adore being a parent.  But not always.  And not last night.  Don't get me wrong, I love my children.  But sometimes, I could understand the inclination to loathe them.  Not that I'd give into it, mind you, but I could understand it.
For the last week and a half, I've gotten a consistent, terrible headache between the hours of 4 and 7 pm.

I was beginning to think I was prone to cluster headaches.
Or that I'd finally succumbed to the family history of migraines.

But I followed the prescribed plan of documenting when I get my headaches, etc., etc., etc.  And discovered that it's the boys fussing, nitpicking, begging, sassing, yelling and fighting with each other.

Even if they only do it for 15 minutes, my head is a mess for hours.  And then I might as well walk around with this on my forehead:

I recognize there are alternative solutions:

I could give them a time out.
A friend suggested duct tape.
I could even look into a baby sitter for some much needed 'me' time.
Last night, I went with
Because, let's face it, we couldn't possibly make it through all the ups and downs of parenthood without one of these:

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