This is what has happened since...
We left Friday for the 3rd tennis tournament this summer at 6:00am to get a head start on our 8am check-in ~100 miles away.
All in all it was a great day - well mostly.
You see, MY son Doodlebug is absolutely the perfect angel and best child that you could ever travel with. Unfortunately, Mr. Strong's son Doodlebug is H-O-R-R-I-B-L-E! Apparently I took Mr. Strong's son with me on Friday.
The Good son - my son - is quiet, peaceful and loving. He loves to wash his hands after he uses the potty - hence the wet shirt.
The Bad son - Mr. Strong's son - doesn't mind, has selective hearing and hides from me after he decides to shit his pants under the bleachers!
So here I am - in the middle of the tennis tournament - sweat dripping down my nose, frustrated and cleaning Doodlebug's ass in the back of the truck for the world to see - praying that I brought extra clothes! After this little fiasco was resolved I only had to worry about him running onto, screaming and yelling for the girls on the courts - basically disturbing EVERY match that was being played. (Because a 3yr old doesn't understand why HE can't play too!!!)
I finally took him to the truck - turned on the AC and barricaded him in, but I couldn't get him to sit down and watch a movie for nothing! There was no bribe in the world big enough that I could come up with to make him mind!
I can only assume that this was the Universe testing my "practice more patience" journey or else I would have driven home minus one child! (not really - but it was very tempting!)
Overall it was a great day! Kitty took 1st in girls singles and both of the girls took 2nd in girls doubles...yes they actually PLAYED together!
Saturday was a different day - so to all my underage fans out there or sensitive adults - this next section is rated "M" for mature. Please leave now, so I don't proceed to insult your delicate natures.
Thank you for reading this far...
Again, Saturday was a different day. I woke up with the most excruciating headache! I mean, I could tell that "this was going to become a migraine" bad! I made it through an early brunch and was able to accomplish a few things during the early day.
Then Mr. Strong took us out for an early dinner to my FAVORITE restaurant and the pain hit me like a brick - only I wasn't knocked unconscious! I wasn't able to finish the meal and ended up waiting in the truck for everyone else.
As we drove home, the pain behind my eyes was so bad that I became nauseous. Once we pulled into the driveway, I got out and puked my guts out on the side of the house. (Yes, this is gross I know, but for some reason when I experience TRUE pain - my body responds by throwing up! Ewww!)
Anyway, here is another testament as to why I love Mr. Strong to the moon and back. I am puking - he is holding my hair and patting my back. (I couldn't do this for him - if I see or hear puke - I puke - period.)
(Did I mention that I also had to pee on the way home and the violent nature of my stomach contractions while I was puking had my muscles relaxing on the other end and VOILA - I peed myself too! - oh I didn't? well that happened too. shhh)
After I was able to make it inside, Mr. Strong ran me a bubble bath and brought me some migraine medicine.
Awww - he does love me!
After the teeth were brushed and the body was cleaned, I lied down on the bed and covered my eyes to shield out the sunlight and waited for the medicine to kick in.
And waited...
And waited...
A couple of hours later the medicine had not kicked in and of course my overly concerned and loving husband - Mr. Strong - decided to offer me his own medicine - his penis. Yes, Mr. Strong believes that his penis is the cure to all my ailments and never a reason to go without.
Ladies - I was in so much pain, I thought - what the hell! Maybe...? I have read articles and heard from Mr. Strong over and over again that the "release" will ease tension and reduce headaches. Right?
Two orgasms later I am laying in the bed with the pillow over my head again to block out the sunlight thinking to myself "that fucker lied!"
My head still hurt! And when I called him on his bullshit - mumbling from under the pillow - you know what he did?! He lifted my shirt and gave me raspberries on my stomach! Yes, he kept blowing on my stomach making fart noises and I haven't laughed so hard in months!
The funny thing is, the sex didn't relieve my headache, but the laughter definitely eased it! Or maybe the medicine decided to kick in...???????
Sunday was better for me. We took the kids to see Cars 2. Loved it!
I also learned that even though Mr. Strong will hold my hair and rub my back while I am puking, run me a bubble bath after I pee on myself, bring me medicine, and offer his penis out of unselfish love, he WILL NOT willing share his movie theater popcorn! I mean he did - but the look that I got when I reached in for a second bite was like a 3yr old about to have a temper tantrum because I touched HIS popcorn!
Seriously people - I love that man!
