Must be something in the air, but I have awakened every day this week with a dull headache. The headache subsides after I take my Zyrtec and squeeze Flonase up my nose.
The Flonase tastes nasty and I don't like to ruin my morning coffee. Rituals, we all have them. I like peace and quiet in the morning. This is why I let sleeping dogs sleep. Yes, I am referring to HeWho normally sleeps longer than I do. He is loud. He stomps around getting dressed and will tend to follow me into whatever room I end up in. He sniffs and snorts and bangs things around as he readies for the trip to McDonalds and the tow shop. He spends his mornings eating and gossiping with his cronies.
Why he has to bang things around and make so much noise is a mystery to me. The noise is intensified because my head is hurting. The sound of the ice hitting his stainless steel cup and then the glugging sound of the ever present Diet Coke filling the cup makes me want to scream.
If I ask him to be quiet ….. it just gets worse. He either doesn't hear me, or is so accustomed to saying "what" and I have to repeat myself (sometimes twice). He will then exclaim that I am in a bad mood or ask what is wrong with me. He claims not to be making any unusual noise. You know, like closing doors without considering that they will bang shut. Or … dragging what appears to be $40 in change across the top of the wood stove to shove into his pocket. It never makes it to the pocket without some falling to the floor, resulting in loud grunts as he bends to pick it up.
The ring tone on his phone can be heard throughout the park and when he answers, he has the volume so high that I can hear both sides of the conversation. When he is finally making his exit, he always asks if I want anything from McDonalds. Sometimes I do. If it is a hot day and I know I will be mowing, an iced coffee is great. But I usually want nothing from McDonalds. Like when my head is about to explode. Like today.
He has left the building and peace and quiet reign supreme in my tiny dwelling. The dogs know when my head hurts. They are sleeping peacefully at my side. Martha, the boy cat has removed himself to my bed to sleep the day away after a night of roaming. The Flonase is working and I will be able to withstand the noise of the day. Thinking about the days when children inhabited my every moment. My baby girl would raise her voice above those of her siblings and tell them all to "SHUT UP! Mommy needs a piece of quiet!!"