Like a bullet train

Feb 27, 2012 by AndreAnna

Yesterday I was hit with what I now think was a cluster migraine. I was fine one minute and the next I thought my head was going to split open, my eyes pop out, and the only thing that would make the pain stop would be standing in front of a train. I hadn’t  had a migraine in at least a year and haven’t had one that came on so rapidly before, ever. I couldn’t see – there were black spots and I couldn’t focus. The light hurt, every sound was cacophony, and I couldn’t keep anything in my stomach.

Mike ran around the house covering up the windows in our bedroom and shushing the kids and helped me to bed. After there was nothing left in my stomach, I finally managed to keep a painkiller down, left over from my back surgery last year, and spent the next three hours in and out of some in-between sleep-place. I emerged in the afternoon, having lost the whole day but able to see and function again and though I spent the rest of the afternoon glazed over in a “migraine hangover,” I was at least not dead and woke up this morning fine.

I still don’t know exactly what the hell that was and hate that I lost a day of things we had planned because of this and Mike couldn’t take the kids out because he was afraid to leave me. So I’m sitting  here at my breakfast bar at 1 pm on a Monday, just now eating after a morning of typical Sunday errands and working. So, in short, this day is shot.

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Thankfully the weather was nice enough last week that we were able to take the kids and the dog outside to the local dog park, and although we ended up all totally covered in mud from the  melting snow, we all really do benefit from being out in the sun. It’s getting to the point in winter (and yes, I know it’s been mild but it’s still winter) where the kids are sick of being inside and now that football is over, we kind of spend the weekends staring each other down, waiting for the first trip into crazy town.

Mike and Charlotte also attended their first Daddy/Daughter dance and even though Charlotte was a little nervous when she got there he said, she had a good time dressing up and just going somewhere special with him. And seriously, how hot is my husband? There’s just something about a shirt and tie.

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Both kids have started ice skating lessons and I feel like I need to tape a sign to them that says, “My parents don’t beat me. I’m just learning to skate” because they are covered in bruises. They had fun though and never complained about falling twelve million times and little Sawyer on ice skates is pretty much the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

Charlotte is also starting Crossfit Kids tomorrow. After a few months of bringing her with me to the gym in the afternoons, I felt like she was finally ready to try it on her own. I was originally worried about her emotional maturity and her mental endurance without getting bored. But then on Saturday while we were there watching our friends compete in the first WOD of the CF Games Open, she sat in the back of the gym on a rower and did this:

Yeah, my five-year old rowed over 1.3 miles and she did it steadily for over 20 minutes, at which point I made her stop because I was worried she’d overdo it and get sore. So I decided she was ready and hopefully she’ll continue to love it as much as I do (Although the first Open WOD was as many burpees as possible in 7 minutes and I did most decidedly NOT love that.)(Did you CFers do that? What was your score? I was aiming for 75 and got 73 because I no-repped myself twice for not touching the bar.)

It seems like everyday is faster than the last. Mike and I sit down at the end of each night, my legs draped across his lap and the TV in the background, books or laptops in our hands, and we lament that we don’t understand how the hours fly by like seconds.

I can only hope that we’re packing as much love and humor in each of those seconds to make every one worth it.

I think we’re doing okay.