Good writing, good food, Crazy Family

I woke up at 5am this morning with my whole head throbbing...I was so depressed because I was so certain that meant I'd have a headache all day long and all my plans would go down the crapper.  Hoping to avoid all that I got up and took two Tylenol...and then did what works for me...warning this is not classy by any means, but I stuck some vicks vaporub up my nose and then wrapped a heating pad around my head.  The combination of the three worked, because I woke up feeling fine!

I put child #3 off to school and then started right away to straighten the house.  Child #1 and #2 left for school.  I finished what I had to do and put chicken in the slow cooker with a blend of herbs so that we could pick it and have chicken soup over the weekend (a favorite of mine and DH). 

I headed up stairs at 10am to write, and holy guacamole did I ever have fun, I love days like today when the words seem to be coming faster than my fingers can type.  Just before noon I rushed downstairs and put some pork in the oven for stew for supper, and then rushed back up to write some more.  2pm seemed to get here on the double and I ended up having to stop right in the middle of a super fun scene.  Ah well in the morning I should be able to get back into the swing pretty quickly.

So when Child #3 got home I finished up the stew and the house was smelling divine, but then DH called and said why don't we save the stew for tomorrow night and head out at 5 to have some Chinese food.  So that's what we did.  I overate, and now I feel uncomfortable.  Been eating like a bird since July 2012, my body isn't use to this much food.  The food was good, but this ISN'T a good feeling.

Every time we go somewhere the two older kids don't want to come with us, just this short trip to Digby with everyone talking, and fighting for airtime. made me very grateful they don't come with us all the time.  Child #3 (who has autism) did not enjoy the loud chat and was screaming and slapping the back of the seat.  My daughter who was setting next to him got the brunt of his anger, so part way home she had to slip into the back seat to get away from him.  I know it's not funny, but it made me laugh because Elijah is always so calm during road trips.  he loves them, they soothe him and make him so happy, but with my daughters mouth going a mile a minute he was just so overwhelmed.

*yawn*


~R