alone in the house

this is a rare event.

So, if you’ve taken ibuprofen, paracetamol, more ibuprofen when the first lot have worn off (time wise that is), you’ve tried a darkened room, a warm bath, sitting out in the garden and lying around in the living room, does a headache that refuses to be banished count as a migraine? I’m assuming not if I can cope with blogging, but I’m running out of things to do to distract myself from the pain. I’m thinking of going back to bed, it’s getting boring being up with the pain, and there’s an outside chance I might fall asleep I suppose.

That’s my day. Tim has taken the kids to the party at Brighouse, as I didn’t think I ought to be driving. I’m sure he’ll love it – an afternoon in a softplay place with 20 or so screaming kids is just his idea of fun 😉

My head still hurts. Maybe it’s the number of things swirling around in it, trying to work out what to tackle next. Little as I like the flylady approach, I think 15 minutes concerted action on the various cluttered parts of my life might be the way forward. There’s the situation with the insurance company I blogged yesterday, and various other bits of financial arrangements that need poking. I’m going to have to free up some time during the week to see banks to talk about mortgages – maybe putting this one onto buy-to-let so that we can speed up the moving process, and finding out what we can afford moving wise. Then there will be the whole rigmarole of moving – I’m sure it can be done quite rapidly really. We may be conscripting for a box packing and rubbish removing party sometime soon 😀

Maybe it’s the childcare juggling that I see in the short term future that is less than amusing. We will be able to slip our work hours around to a large extent, but there’s going to be little overlaps, or childcare gaps, certainly in the first few weeks as we get settled into it all. And that’s going to be while we’re still here, which adds the travelling time to any gaps. Bleargh. I can’t see it coming together yet, though I’m sure it will.

I’m sure physical clutter tires ppl out as well. We’ve got so far with various boxes, but keep seeming to grind to a halt – my tendency to spend weekends exhausted in bed isn’t helping. Still, whinging about it won’t get us anywhere, and isn’t helping my head. I think I’ll crawl off upstairs with a cold drink and try a darkened room for a while.