Monday Memes

Because I’m a writer who’s struggling to come up with a good idea today, please to enjoy some writing-related memes.

Hope you have a stellar start to your week!

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Sunday Funday

Change is in the wind.

In the meantime, if I don’t get some sleep, it’s going to be an exceptionally long Monday.

How did this weekend treat you?

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Stuck on Saturday

One of the worst parts of having migraines is how much they take from you. It’s not just during a migraine that I have problems, see. The aftermath of a migraine is almost as bad; I don’t know of an adequate way to describe the fatigue that comes after the pain. I feel completely drained.

That’s where I’m at today.

I have no energy, no motivation to do anything other than stay in bed and sleep. But I had to get up and take my kids to have breakfast with Santa this morning, so I put on my big girl panties and crawled out of bed. And breakfast seemed to help a little; we had pancakes and sausage and eggs and juice, and it’s been a long time since pancakes have tasted as good as they did this morning. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I wasn’t responsible for cooking and clean-up. 😀

When we got home, there was much adulting to do. I really don’t like adulting, but I’m sure no one else does, either. I sucked it up and managed to give myself the two shots of migraine medicine, which I was rather proud of myself for. But then I got a little dizzy, and a lot warm, and I decided the best thing to do was just lie down for a bit. I had told Seymour I would maybe need his help, but he wasn’t feeling well, either, and I didn’t want to be a pest, so I did it myself. He thought I’d been in the bathroom, so he hollered from the living room and asked if I was ever coming out so we could play cards with the kids.

When I finally emerged, I told him what was up.

“Why didn’t you ask me for help?” he asked.

I know he’d have willingly gotten up to help me, but what can I say? Sometimes I’m stubborn.

At any rate, after all that excitement, I found myself somewhat stuck on what to post today. I was going to post another meme, but maybe that can wait for tomorrow.

How was your Saturday?

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Migraines are the worst

I know I whine about migraines a lot, but I seem to be suffering from them more often than normal lately, and I’m not sure why. The last couple of weeks in particular have been pretty rough, and today is no different.

It was so bad today at work that my boss told me I could leave if I needed to. Evidently I must have looked pretty bad. Lord knows I felt pretty bad. But if I’d gone home, I’d have had to pick up my kids from daycare, and let’s face it – migraines + noisy kids = very bad things.

A friend from college asked me about migraines once and, when I finished telling him what mine were like, he said, “Wow. You’re certainly a writer…”

Why, thank you. Thank you very much. 😀

This is how I described them:

Another wild Wednesday

It was a wild Wednesday. Most Wednesdays are, but between weather and kids’ activities, today was more wild than most.

So because it’s late (again), and because I’m tired (as usual), a meme (or two) is all I’ve got.

How was your Wednesday?

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Mood

Apparently, I’m in a mood. That’s what I was told, anyway.

Never mind that I’m exhausted, both physically and mentally. Never mind that I’m looking ahead at our calendar and wondering how I’m going to make it through the next two months. (Never mind that I think the same thing every year. Never mind that the answer is always By the skin of our teeth.)

Because I’m in a mood, so the problem is clearly mine. No one else’s. There couldn’t possibly be any one of a number of reasons for why I’m quiet, why I’m tired, why I don’t feel like peopling.

Never mind all that. Just fix it. Suck it up, buttercup.

Hide your crazy and start acting like a lady.

This lady is going to bed. Because it’s far too peopley out there, and apparently, I’m in a mood.

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Traffic jams

Last night, I encountered a Midwestern traffic jam. I suppose the phenomenon is not particularly unique to the Midwest – I’m sure if you’re from a rural community, you’ll know what I mean. I try to be patient when I encounter farm equipment on the road because it’s not the farmer’s fault the tractor (or combine, in this case) only goes 20 miles an hour. They’re just doing their jobs, after all, and it’s a very important job. We need farmers.

Besides, it doesn’t do any good to get all worked up about it – it won’t make them go any faster.

But last night…