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.