Today my brother came by to say goodbye before he and his girlfriend move up to Portland. I’m very sad, and very happy and excited for them. At least it is within driving distance. Well, kind of. The kids were really excited to hear about Mt. Hood, and how there is snow there all year long. Sophie immediately asked for "skaters for my feet and knit me a scarf" so she and her uncle could go skating. She even asked if he’d hold her hand. Can you believe that didn’t even make me cry? I am in denial.
Last night while I was reading to the girls at bedtime, Sophie (I was in the girls’ bed, between them) put both her hands on my cheeks and said, "Mama. You are so beautiful. You are not an alien." Why is that SO funny to me? I’m laughing *right now*
Does anyone get red wine migraines? I had a little on Thanksgiving, maybe a glass and a half, and a couple of hours later I got a migraine that decided to hang out off and on until this morning. Last night I took my last vicodin (left over from an ear infection a year or so ago) and it didn’t even help much. Migraines are one of those things that I really just can’t get. Because getting rid of it requires not only quiet, but quiet AND laying down in the dark for awhile. Not happening. At least this time my vision wasn’t affected. I hate that pre-migraine visual disturbance thing, where you start seeing funny spots and you just know that very soon you will feel like someone is drilling through your skull with an electrified titanium jackhammer. Talk about dread.
I have a sinkfull of dirty dishes waiting for me. I don’t mind washing dishes. They don’t sass me or freak out when water gets in their faces.