I guess I need a time-out…
Yesterday was a really rough day for me! After doing my bloggy thing and writing a post for Monday Monkey Minute I had a monster of a headache. Of course the headache is directly related to my Fibromyalgia – and tends to make me quite an irritable mom.
My children KNOW this – yet they don’t seem to understand that it doesn’t matter to my pain what day it is, what event is planned, or what I want to do. I am a total slave to the pain when it rears its ugly head. A combination of weather and stress caused this recent uproar, and it won’t stop until the pressure rises some more.
So, last night, even though I planned to cook a lovely dinner for everyone, we wound up having hot dogs. Mainly because I was in too much pain to cook, and because Our Girl neglected about half the kitchen when she was cleaning Sunday night. I STILL have dishes in my sink even after she had kitchen again last night.
When she was asked to do the kitchen, she calmly informed me (in her stooped over posture) that her back hurt too bad to stand in front of the sink…
Ok, so I will have to say that she went out Saturday with her BF and they picked strawberries, all afternoon. She came home with a sunburn across the small of her back. So I’m sure it aches a bit, and it’s tender.
But, after a day like yesterday filled with painful naps and tender spots all over my body – I lost it.
I looked at her and quite calmly said “You know Girl, I don’t care one iota about your minuscule back pain. Your pain is going to go away in a day or two, and honestly won’t get better if you baby it – however my pain is gonna last until the good Lord sees fit to take me out of this world. I didn’t CHOOSE this disease, it chose me. I did not wake up one morning and say – Wow, I wish a different part of my body would hurt so bad I want to cut it off – every day of my life. No, I did not! However, Our Girl DID decide to go stoop in a strawberry patch for an entire day, she should OWN her pain.
Needless to say, I hurt her feelings, callus and cold as I am. Which in turn hurt my feelings because I can’t stand to make my kids feel bad about things.
What makes my outburst even worse… the damned strawberries? They were used in a strawberry pie for my mothers day gift. (Even though I don’t LIKE strawberries, didn’t have the heart to tell her that).
I managed to not only make her mad, but her dad stopped the “Family Movie” with dinner – which managed to piss everyone else off. So I whipped out my standard apology – Sorry guys, I guess it’s just been one of those days… and I skulked off to my room.
I feel bad, of course, and I’ll speak with her when she gets home to apologize “for real”, but it won’t matter, because Our Girl holds a grudge. I’m in for a week of hell and I brought it on myself. I know that I did… and for that I need a time-out.
So, what have you done to deserve a time-out lately?
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