I hate saying it. Really HATE it. Hate when Hubby has to say it or when the kids say it to each other.
Tuesday was a rough day for my head. The pain was worse than in the last few weeks. I particularly dislike the feeling of an ice pick through my eyeball.
When the kids got off the bus, I was pretty fragile from working all day with the pain. They walked in and immediately got on each other’s nerves.
A has a bit of trouble using an inside voice so she can really pierce my eardrums and hurt my head. As she got louder, I put my hand up to her mouth and told her that if she couldn’t be quiet, she would have to go to her room away from me. How is that fair? She wasn’t really doing anything all that wrong. But I just couldn’t take the sound.
Then I asked them to unload all their school stuff and start their homework while I lay on the couch with my eyes closed. Waiting for Hubby to come home so I could get to a quieter place.
I can’t stand how much my headaches impact those around me. They are just kids, they should be able to be (reasonably) loud without constantly being told to be quiet. They shouldn’t have to feel like they are causing me pain just by playing.
It all around sucks. For everyone.