Oh, migraine, it’s you. I haven’t seen you in a while.  We left on bad terms last time with me junk punching you with some heavy-duty medicine, but I see you’ve come back for me.  No problem, let me go get my expired Excedrin migraine relief…

 (shuffles through drawer)

Hang on, evil, migraine, I will soon smite you, just as soon as I find it…

 (doors slam, more shuffling, wow, do I have a lot of girly stuff)

Almost there, migraine, don’t come any closer! You’re too close!…

 (frantic shuffling for any relief, then realizing I gave it to a friend because I got cocky not having had a migraine for a while)

All, right…let’s get it over with…

That was this morning.  If you’ve never had a migraine, I’m thrilled for you.  They are hard to describe and everyone that has them feels something different.  I get really hot, a little nauseous, and suddenly I’m a Gremlin screaming: “bright light! bright light!”  Then there’s the head pain.  Oh Lord, the pain.  Mine always feel the same.  You ever close one eye while looking at someone, and move your fingers around and say (in usually a stupid voice): “I’m squishing your head, I’m squishing your head”?  Well, you, my dear friend, just gave me a migraine.  Then, after you did that, set fifty pounds of steel on top of my head and left it there.  Medicine takes a long time to penetrate fifty pounds of steel.

They are scary, scary things.  You don’t know how long they will last, and it’s really hard to concentrate on anything except wanting to hide under the covers, squeeze your head in both hands, and cry.  My two-year olds won’t let me do that, though.  Luckily for me, 1600 milligrams of Motrin in four hours helped a ton, plus the kids wanted to do nothing but chill out, play in my car (no I don’t give them the keys) and watch “Elmo’s Potty Time”.  When they ask for it it’s pretty funny, the kids don’t say “potty” so much as “pie”, so “Elmo’s Pie” and “Elmo poo pie?” makes me chuckle.

My fifteen year old was watching it with us for a few minutes last night, and watching him watch it was pretty funny.  He kept trying not to grin, then his eyes got wet, then he started laughing and I think he might have peed a little.  So I guess it was good he was watching a refresher course. He hinted that he might want to borrow it to show to his friends.  I think my husband and I should get a sitter, invite over a bunch of friends, and do a shot every time Elmo says “pee pee”, “poo poo” and “potty”.  I guarantee no one will be leaving that night.

But this time it was nice. There was something calming about lying on the floor in between my warm snuggly creatures while they fought over which sippy cup was theirs, while they tried to feed me Snickerdoodles and my shoes (yes, one likes to try to feed me shoes), and watching this sweet little video.  I’m pretty positive it contributed to my migraine going from a hurricane to just a tropical depression.

I’m really hoping the video sinks into these two, I don’t know how many more times I can walk in the nursery in the morning to see one of my twins standing there in his crib with no pants or diaper on, but holding both, and proudly pointing out where the puddle of: “Peeeeeeeeeeeeee!” is.

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