Friday, November 7, 2008

Clean a Room, Make a Quarter!

Oh, I hate migraines.

I ended up with one yesterday that started while I was walking home from school with the kids, so I was totally screwed. Fortunately, I get mainly ocular migraines, so while I end up partially blind and kind of disoriented, I rarely get the pain that most people end up with. Unfortunately, I was nearly blind by the time I got home. It took most of the rest of the day to clear it up, and even then it was with several extra-strength Tylenol, a soda, and an ice pack. I knew it was coming, because my period is approaching somewhere on the horizon, the weather has gotten hot and muggy AGAIN, and I've been doing way, WAY too much lately. Sigh.

This morning, I felt better, but took more meds just in case, and went on a search for a b-day gift for my SIL Kathy, who was supposed to be coming into town for a pedi today. We were going to have lunch today, and she was going to call me to tell me when. Did she call, I ask you? NO. ARGH. I even got her a really good gift, too - a new Pandora bead for her bracelet in the shape of an adorable baby carriage! Hmph. To be honest, I wasn't *shocked* that she didn't call, but it's still rude and annoying.

Luckily, I decided not to sit around for her call for a long time, so I got started on the kids' rooms while I waited. I had been threatening Josie for about two weeks now that I was going to go in there and just start throwing anything that looked like trash to me away, and today, I DID IT. That place was a DUMP. She does a lot of arts and crafts, so there were scraps of paper and string and just junk everywhere. The big problem with this is that the whole mess of stuff was getting Dirty, because there was so much of it scattered everywhere that there was no way to dust or even vacuum properly. So, I cleaned out her AND Patrick's room, which I did just mostly to get rid of small clothes and broken toys, etc. It took me a couple of hours, but I'm about done. Seriously, UGH. Little does she know, now that this is done, her chore for today will be to dust her room, meaning she will have to move her collection of fantasy figurines, clear off the desk shelves, etc, to do a good job. HA! Plus, I made a little money, because I figure if I'm cleaning, I can keep what I find, including quarters. Hey, she gets allowance for cleaning up, why shouldn't I?!

We have NO plans for this weekend, other than the usual church and Josie's last soccer game on Sunday afternoon. Thank God. All I want to do is Hang Out.


AndreAnna said...

Ugh, migraines are the worst! I get the blinding-pain-head-is-going-to-explode kind, but ANY kind of migraine sucks.

Enjoy your relaxing weekend.

Kristi said...

omg. i just had a flashback to when i was a teenager and my dad followed through on a threat to clean my room if i didn't do it first. i came home to find my room spotless and everything that was on the floor was in huge trash bags in the garage. i couldn't find any of my clothes. it was not fun.

creative kerfuffle said...

lol--i just did the same thing w/ the boy's room last weekend. i had two bags of trash and two boxes of stuff for goodwill. i planned to do the girl's this weekend, but frankly i'm ready for a "hang out" weekend too. her room is exactly like josie's cos she too is a craft girl. my lord there are so many pieces of yarn and paper and cutouts of this and that. it drives me insane.
and, the thing i really don't get is the day after they've cleaned their rooms they are total pig holes. wtf?
glad you're feeling a bit better but boo on the rude no call!

creative kerfuffle said...

ok--word verify that just popped up is sties--as in pig sties : )

Erin said...

Ugh. That blinding migraine sounds AWFUL. Glad you're feeling better. And YAY for weekends with NO PLANS!

d e v a n said...

Bummer about your SIL. :(
I hope you found a LOT of quarters!!

DAVs said...

Thanks for all the comments/support/ and especially the prayers. The kindness of strangers (well, not really strangers, but you know what I mean) always moves me to tears.