The piercing pain on the right side of my head woke me up.
Here we go again, I thought.
“Maaaaama! Poo-poo bum! I hugry. Want bekfast”
“Ugh ….”, I moaned.
I got out of bed, stumbled on a toy which made my head feel like it was going to explode. As I walked by his room, he held out his sippy cup and I took it. I made it down the stairs, to the kitchen, where I filled his cup with milk. Giving it back to him at the gate of his door, I patted him on the head and turned on his light just a little bit.
“Mommy going to take a shower, you stay here and play quietly.”
I fumbled in the dark for the shower curtain and pulled it aside as I took off my clothes. The water’s coolness on my hand caused me to shiver and as turned the shower heads on, I stepped in to the cold rain on my head. I started shivering immediately and sat down under the stream of water. I hugged my knees and rocked back and forth waiting for the pain to subside. Eventually I felt it lift a bit and turned the temperature of the water up. The shivers stopped. My head felt better. I could hear squealing and laughing coming from the hallway. Everyone was up.
I lay back down in the bathtub.
Five more minutes, kids.
Mommy needs just five more minutes.