Wake up. Throbbing pain. World shimmering, the edges creepy-crawling. Cam’s alarm like a truck reversing onto my head.
Cameron is wonderful. Earlier this year, when I had gastro, he took time off work to look after Ashleigh (and, let’s face it, me too). When I was on crutches a few weeks back, same deal. But he doesn’t have an endless supply of sick days, and, who knows, he might actually get sick himself one day!
So some days, I just have to suck it up. Ashleigh doesn’t understand the word ‘migraine’. Or perhaps, judging by her behaviour this morning, she thinks it’s a fancy term for ‘Let’s have a squealing competition’.
Two lessons learnt today: mums don’t get sick days; and, not every day has to be filled to the brim with games, songs, stories and outings. Ashleigh can be left to her own devices every now and then, with an occasional interruption… when that squealing starts.