S.O.S

I stumbled into our bedroom, flipped on the fan, shut the blinds, and fell into bed with a pillow over my face.

Migraine.

The only cure is sleep.

Migraines are new to me since you passed. Usually they come after days I’ve been crying in the Temple or talking to you.

Today wasn’t one of those days.

It hit while I was dropping Abi off at the mall. I told her to find a ride home if she could because I could already feel this one taking me down.

I barely made it home. The pressure behind my eyes made driving feel like a carnival ride.

I turned on the TV for Joshua, handed Jadon an iPad, and announced:

“Mommy is sick. I need a nap.”

Then I walked away praying they wouldn’t follow me.

When I walked into our room and saw my plant struggling to survive, I felt seen. 😁

I didn’t even have it in me to water it right away, so the two of us hid in darkness together all afternoon.

I knew a little water would restore the plant in no time — just as surely as a quick nap would restore me.

I just needed to fall asleep. Even for a little while. It always does the trick.

So I sent a desperate text to the family and surrendered to the migraine.

Somewhere between Joshua’s battle reenactments and Jadon waving poop-stained underwear in my face… I actually slept.

And just like that, I was restored.

Crisis over. No major damage done at home.

(Jadon’s underwear was the only casualty.)

Now I can finally return to the plant.

It was given to me at your funeral. I love it.

It reminds me that watering everyone else first eventually catches up to me.

It’s rough being down and out without you.

I kept thinking about how you would’ve come to my rescue… unless you were out on a 23-mile bike ride or marathon run. Then I’d still be toast. 😁

Luckily, Jarom was here for a bit while I was down. He took Abi to work, and Jadon followed him around more than me.

Good day to have a bad day, I guess.