Migraine. Can't think. Migraine. Drive to and from hospital to visit Mom. Migraine. Feed children. Migraine. Put Nick to bed. Migraine. Have nap. Migraine. Feel guilty about not getting anything done today. Migraine.
That's been my day so far. The rest of it will include having supper at the church, then looking after a couple of adorable little boys in the nursery while my kids go to their classes. And I hope it won't include the migraine.