My poor head

I awoke with a headache this Good Friday morning.  I wasn't surprised.  Yesterday had been somewhat stressful - a rare occurrence for me.  A lot has been happening of late.  As I reported last month, two of our kids have been house-hunting.  Now both have just signed up for their new homes - within two weeks of one-another. 

Only son's purchase was relatively smooth.  He and M took a little time to work out what they wanted, but within the limitations they had set themselves, their choice had not been difficult. Friends and family, including M's parents and ourselves, were asked for their opinion and advice, and finally the purchase went through. 

For daughter #2, vey pregnant and not yet relocated from Melbourne, the story has been a little different. For the past four months she and B have been house-hunting by internet, with a willing mother and a not so enthusiastic father, sallying forth to Brisbane each weekend to check out possibilities on the ground.  Armed with a camera, clip-board and pen, we reckon we have trudged through 50 homes - and driven by 20 or so more.  But we were glad to be of use, and tried hard to be thorough - despite the fact that the parameters seemed to be changing from week to week.

Time was running out and the right place still hadn't turned up.  Then this week, one more possibility presented itself.  This time little brother was pressed into service to attend a mid-week night-time viewing. He had his phone at the ready to give an on-the-spot description and took the usual digital shots to forward by e-mail.

Two days later it was all over!  We were advised that this was the one -  an offer had been made and had been accepted.

This poor Mother went into a tail-spin - probably from anti-climax.   A place they hadn't actually seen - and one that had not even been given a parents' seal of approval.  How could they be sure they were getting the right house?  What unimaginable defects might little brother have missed?  Very little sleep for me that night - and now today, a headache.

Although I don't often succumb to stress, I do have regular headaches. Usually I can pinpoint the cause, and will mostly identify something that I ate as the main culprit. On this occasion it could have been caused by any one of a number of known 'trigger' foods.  Although I have all but given up coffee in an attempt to curtail my migraine heads, I have been taking a lot of weak tea, and yesterday I did indulge in a little pre-Easter chocolate.  And then there was the glass of wine at dinner - and the avocado and the cheese at lunch - and the yhogurt for breakfast - and the fruit-cake with morning tea and an afternoon snack of a banana and some nuts.  All things I should be avoiding as a preventive measure!

I guess this puts me on the same footing as Tjilpi who admitted to having a hangover last week.  But I am wearing something slightly more decorous than a pair of underpants on my head - a cooling headband of water crystals in fact. 

And let me tell you - it's going to be a chocolate-free Easter for me this year!

Comments

[Val]

It does look like you've given yourself a double dose of headache-making ingredients. The effects of the foods will wear off soon (watch out for tomorrow though!), and you'll just have to let daughter and son in law accept responsibility for their purchase. I'm sure it will be fine! And just think: you won't have to run around looking at houses anymore, and daughter will soon be living close by. Looks like good cause for optimism there!