Ever have one of those days when the second your feet hit the floor your self-esteem is already circling the drain? Welcome to Thursday.
I got up with that familiar back pain that says “Hi! Your week of pain BEFORE your period is here!” Every time my right foot touched the ground a searing pain shot down my leg. I hobbled over to wake Tony, our resident early bird, for school. Then I hobbled back to bed for ten blessed minutes until I had to begin the 20 minute wake-fest that is Jimmy.
Tony overslept, which is never a good sign. I woke him and Jimmy at the same time, only to find that Tony had a migraine. The poor kid looked like death warmed over. Jimmy had fallen asleep listening to his MP3 player, unbeknownst to me. I stood in the door like Ben Stiller chanting, “Jimmy. Jimmy. Jimmy.” When I got no response I screamed, “JAMES PETER!” And got nothing. Thinking to myself that my back hurt too much to go downstairs and get a squirt bottle, I walked over and shook him. Again, nothing.
My mind went immediately to “OH MY BABY IS DEAD!” and Freak Out Time commenced. I was on the bed in a heartbeat shaking the living crap out of him. His eyes popped open and I screamed.
“MOM! Geez!” he said, ripping his earbuds out of his ears.
“Oh, God, Jimmy,” I said, instantly sobbing. “Don’t you EVER do that to me again!”
I sat at the foot of his bed, weeping, for a good ten minutes.
That’s when Tony started vomiting. I raced into the bathroom to check on him.
“It’s just my headache, Mom.”
“Go back to bed, baby.”
By now my back was really kicking up a fuss because, hello, running and jumping and shaking aren’t exactly a list of things one should attempt when their back is screaming. I limped back to bed, waiting for Jimmy to finish his shower before trying to go down the stairs.
Later in the morning, after getting Jimmy off to school, I sat talking to Jim about Tony’s migraines and I burst out crying again. The poor kid has been seeing a neurologist for nearly three years because of these headaches and we have had no way to really stop them. I feel helpless to keep my kid from feeling like a truck ran his head over. During the conversation, he threw up two more times.
Then later in the day he started running a fever. I started to worry and fuss over him.
Then the school called. Jimmy was being bad. I started feeling the old Rage Monster boiling under my ribs.
Then we got the news that our loan made it through the final approval for buying a home. I started feeling elated at the good news.
Then Tony threw up. Again.
Jimmy came home and was all “Angst. Angsty-angst.”
Then the dog ran away after some squirrels.
And Jim was mad that I forgot to buy Saran Wrap.
I’m telling you now. I have no more tears, anger, worry or elation in me. My body has run the gamut of emotions. Just call me Sybil.
Thursday can take a flying leap, and it’s only 4:30 p.m.
Calgon and I have a date at 4:35 p.m.