Migraine returns!

I wake this morning feeling like I hadn't slept at all. My husband comes home from Darts practice around 1am and the baby wakes at 4am. As I turn to lift the baby from his crib, I notice my daughter is in the bed, hidden on the other side of my husband. I feed the baby and I am just drifting off when I hear a lowing sound like a cow. I turn to find Child#4 staring down at me whining 'I want daaaaad'. The past few nights my husband has been sleeping with him to keep an eye on him after his surgery. I tell Child#4 to go downstairs and that Dad will be down shortly. I elbow my husband to wake him. He grunts and turns away. I elbow him harder and dig my toenails into his leg for good measure. Just as he goes to get up, Child#3 bursts into the room giving out that poor Child#4 is crying and asks can we not hear him. My husband trudges down the stairs to deal with Child#4 and I fall back to sleep. The baby wakes again at 6am and it feels like in no time it is 8am and I am rushing around getting the children up for school. Child#1 is snuffling and coughing again and refuses to go to school. Child#2 and Child#3 are stretched on the couch watching you tube and I urge them to hurry on and get their shoes on. Child#5 is ready and waiting like the good girl she is. I guide them all to the car, cleverly side stepping the St. Bernard and bid my mother in law goodbye and off we go.
 I can hardly see as I drive over the road to do the school run. My eyes are scalding and I keep sneezing. I meet a teacher at the school gates who tells me that I look sick. Feeling justified now that I am indeed very sick, I rush over the road home promising myself a nice hot water bottle, lemsip, bed and netflix.
On arrival home however, I remember why I am at home and I wearily feed the baby who guzzles away draining me of any remaining energy I had. I make breakfast for myself and Child#1 and 4 and put on a load of laundry. I tidy the kitchen and search in vain for the hot water bottle. It is nowhere to be found. I decide to make pancakes for the kids for after school and then I go for a quick walk with the baby. Before I know it, it is time to pick up Child#5 from school and I have missed my window to rest and watch Netflix.
I buy myself a bar in the shop to make up for it and once I've settled Child#5 at home, packed the few pancakes and rice cake bars and music folders, it is time to go collect Child#2 and 3 and continue on to town for music lessons.
I speed into Supervalu first to buy a loaf and milk so I won't have to stop after music lessons. I decide to use the self service check out as I have very little time to spare and of course the damn thing gets stuck half way through. I desperately look around for help. Two cashiers studiously avoid eye contact. Finally, a nice man comes to my aid and soon I am on my way to Music Lessons again. I feel strange like I am outside my body and my head is fuzzy. I am craving sugar like crazy and I have the urge to run away through the fields or swim in cold water.

I fall asleep on the Music Teacher's couch while the boys are in class. The opening door wakes me and I hurriedly try look wide awake and sound coherent as the Music Teacher describes their various pieces for the exam. As I walk to the car, I get a pain in the side of my head and it all becomes clear...my migraine is back. I always feel strange and crave sugar before it hits but never cop on what's happening until the actual headache arrives. I had a welcome break from them for about a year...the 9 months pregnancy and 3 months postpartum.
I warn the boys to stop talking and distracting me from the road as we head for home. I am in my own world when suddenly Child#2's screeches and accuses me of running over a dog. There is no dog on the road...I ask him what the hell he is on about. He says he thought he heard a dog whine. Enraged I ask him what he is playing at and explain that he could have put me off the road. He mumbles something under his breath eager to forget the whole thing, probably embarrased over his irrational outburst. Suddenly, Child#3 snaps out of his day dream and gets with the conversation and asks in surprise 'Did you run over a dog?'
I explode and roar no and think  to myself, this is how rumours start. Next Child#3 will go home telling everyone I hit a poor dog when there was no fecking dog in the vicinity in the first place!

Once home, I run upstairs with the baby and Child#5 to escape Child1, 2, 3 and 4's constant demands. Child#1 is looking for football socks even though he is meant to be sick; Child#2 is looking for memorabillia from the Marconi Station as he heard somewhere that his great grandfather worked there and so in his mind fully expects to find artefacts around the house. Child#3 is opening and closing the fridge looking for something nice (perhaps he is the cream bun thief). Child#4 wants me to read things on his tablet while Child#2 asks him why he can't even read yet. I ring my husband to buy me winegums on his way home to ease my suffering and then I settle down to feed the baby and help Child#5 with her homework. I try not to get exasperated as Child#5 admires herself and her flamingo top in my full length mirror when she is meant to be completing her maths worksheet.
Thankfully, my husband arrives home. He hands me my winegums and I quickly sit on them before the kids see them. Child#1 bursts through my bedroom door asking if he just saw winegums in Dad's pocket. I say that I already ate them. As his face crumples in disappointment, I try to convince myself that I am not sharing because of his diabetes and not because of my sheer greediness. However, I relent and give him one.
I haven't done any of my Lucy Windham Reid workouts today or ate a clean healthy diet but that's ok. Tomorrow is another day and I know I will 'be good' once I feel better. I have to bring Child#4 and 5 to the health nurse to be measured tomorrow and Child#1 resumes football training too.
But the good news is my Mom will be home and I plan to reclaim my rightful place on Mom's couch eating pancakes by the stove. Unfortunately, I'll have to battle for her attention as my two sisters are coming home for the weekend too.
I must go now and watch Fair City and have a well deserved cup of tea.
Good night.