I knew something was off when I had to wake the little man up this morning. I wanted to get the kids dropped at daycare by about 9:30 so I would have time to make an intake appointment for the little woman before work. After a few minutes I realized he had a headache.
My little man gets migraines. So I offered him a pill and he turned me down flat. I'm stuck in this place emotionally. I need to get to work and yet I know he doesn't feel well. What to do? Finally he relented and took a pill. But he informed me he was not going to daycare until the pill had worked. Well I'm not sure that pills totally take away a migraine. I think at best it dulls it.
So I'm frustrated. Frustrated with his not helping and not feeling well and frustrated with feeling like I'm letting my co-workers down. I had already been late one day this week.
Then suddenly he was ready to go and we went. I dropped them and then zoomed to work. Only an hour late. And it turned out that we got everything done by 3. Then I zoomed back and grabbed the kids. He told me it took a long time for that first pill to work. And off they we to play.
Next thing I know he is back and asking for a pill. Gave him one and set him up with the TV turned way way down. And he was asleep before two minutes had passed. He slept for a good two hours. Which is what he has done every other time he has had a migraine.
All I can do is kiss his head and hope that next time I am not so frustrated. It isn't his fault. I love that little boy and I don't like seeing him feel bad.
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