Lessons I Can't Seem to Learn

I have been a parent for almost fourteen years. There are some things that perpetually stymie me.  One of them is weekends.  I get cranky when we don't get out of the house; I don't mind putzing around the house reading and such, but when we need to do things, like go to the grocery, and children don't get dressed, etc, and I can't leave, I feel like I'm being held hostage.  And more often than not being at home is not the same as getting stuff done at home, because the child requires my active involvement.  Now that LG sleeps until, like, 11:00 am on weekends, I don't plan on doing anything with her in the morning.  But still, Tiny Boy.  This morning--after multiple hours of putzing and playing and waiting for him to get dressed--I finally said I'm not waiting anymore for you and just went outside to rake the leaves.  He followed shortly thereafter (he wanted to rake).  But ditching a child is not a usually useful or appropriate strategy.

I am also prone to headaches.  Although this is much much much better than it was when LG was little and I actually needed to see a neurologist on a regular basis, it is still a thing.  And The Headache makes me cranky--like, it's not just the pain but irritability is an actual symptom--and noise is a major contributing factor, and my kids are like fucking LOUD.  I ended up letting Tiny Boy watch several hours of TV this afternoon so I could sit with a heating pad and try to get work done, which wasn't entirely successful, but at least I didn't need to listen to noisy toys and shrieking (why why why is he so shrill?!).

I finally realized I just needed to suck it up and take Imitrex and my life has been much more pleasant for the past couple hours.  Note to self: just take the fucking Imitrex.