Thank you. I didn't remember posting anything last night so it was especially nice to see your comments this morning. I woke up with what I can only describe as a migraine hangover tantamount to what one might experience following a bachelor party. In Las Vegas. On New Year's Eve. 1960.
I remember feeling fine and then I blinked and suddenly I was partially blind in my left eye. I get auras that are usually jagged lightning but this was like a thumbprint smeared across my retina. The nice thing about auras - my fellow migraineurs? yes? - is that they might make me dizzy and disoriented (why do Brits say disorientated? it sounds like a totally unnecessary syllable to me) but they allow for thirty minutes notice before my head hurts. This gives me time to go to my first line of defense (an imitrex, two alleve and a coke) followed by my second line (three ibuprofen) followed by my third (another imitrex) before my last ditch effort (half a glass of red wine.) This works about 75% of the time and if I can crawl into a dark space and fall asleep, all the better.
Last night I didn't even make it to the wine. I barely made it to my room. I have no recollection of anything after the blurry eye; which is scary when you think about it so I am not going to think about it. Caroline and Edward put themselves to bed. My bed, as I discovered when I woke up.
Pink lump plus panda and rainbow striped blanket = Caroline asleep
Everything in the middle = Edward asleep
Tiny strip of beige to the right of the red pillow = where I was}
How I managed to sleep through the arrival of this colorful diaspora I have no idea but I assume that as I started to go down I told the twins to come to my room and stay there. They broadly interpreted this invitation to include not only themselves but everything that they hold most dear.
Sincere question for migraine sufferers and/or anyone else, really: in the past year or so I have had far fewer migraines but the ones I have had have ended by my feeling more like I lost consciousness than fell asleep; thoughts?
PS Aside: Patrick returned from his Monday through Wednesday environmental field trip this evening wearing exactly the same clothes in which he left. Exactly. When I asked if I wanted to know if he had even brushed his teeth he said, "No."
"No, you didn't brush your teeth?"
"No, you don't want to know."
I said, rather disdainfully because disgusting children with disgusting habits deserve disgust, "Should I just dump your bag of clothes back into your dresser as they clearly haven't been touched?"
And he said, "Er, no! Don't touch my bag!"
So I immediately unzipped his duffel like the most zealous of TSA agents and discovered... a stuffed barn owl and a puzzle made out of a photograph of morels.
"Oh," I said. "Oh," I repeated.
"I was in a better mood then!" he snapped.
"Can I tell your brother and sister that you used your field trip money to buy them presents?"
"That was very sweet of you."
PPS The phone just rang and it was a parent volunteer from Caroline and Edward's school calling to 'catch them reading' during I Love to Read month.
Since Steve is in Colorado and I am, you know, working here I had no idea what the kids were doing but I answered the phone and was pleasantly surprised to walk out of bedroom and find Caroline on the couch, reading.
"Caroline!" I said. "Skippyjon Jones is on the phone to catch you reading?"
"Oh YES," she said and grabbed the phone. "Yes? Hello? Yes! I am! What? Oh I am reading a Sisters Grimm book. Book four? Once Upon A Crime? It sounds like it is inappropriate but it is not so much although the king of the fairies just got murdered."
I closed my eyes and tried to feel more lucky and less embarrassed.
Edward was standing on the back of the couch (Edward get off the back of the couch) saying, "Not me? Not me?" when Caroline said, "Oh Edward? Yes, he's right here."
Edward took the phone.
"Uh, what?" he answered. Then there was a pause. A very long pause.
"Astronomy!" he finally said.
Then there was another pause during which the parent volunteer presumably told him that he could stop by the principal's office tomorrow for a prize.
But Edward continued on the phone...
"I wasn't really reading!" he cried. "But I will be. As soon as I hang up I will go and read Astronomy again. I was reading it before this afternoon and I will read it again right now. I promise! I PROMISE!"
I have no idea what the parent volunteer told him but he looked relieved.