Last Night Was Interesting
Last night was interesting.
Jon was working late.
Oldest son wasn’t feeling well. I could tell because he wasn’t hungry.
His being hungry is almost on the same level with the earth’s rotation.
But not quite.
Second oldest had a migraine.
A bad one.
The kind where light hurts.
The kind where noise hurts.
Which is a problem when your older brother is screaming.
Screaming loud and long about his stomach.
Do you know how difficult it is to guide a 12 year old who is as big as you are?
Who isn’t listening to reason.
Who isn’t aiming at anything.
Who isn’t communicating except by moaning loudly.
This parenting thing just doesn’t let up, you know.
Oldest is feeling a little better today.
Second oldest is tired but his head is better.
My pile of laundry is nearly as tall as my washing machine.
And I wish that I was kidding about this — but I’m not.
One more thing, my second oldest, the migraine sufferer, didn’t turn on the light in the bathroom while locating his toothbrush last night.
Since light was so painful.
Guess who’s toothbrush he used by mistake?
Pity me.