The Perfect Storm

With the weather changing so much around here and all the stress that Huff the Hubs and I have been under (moving, house stuff, just life in general) I’ve been nervous that he would get a migraine. He knows his triggers: chocolate, allergies, and stress, so he tries to avoid/cope as best he can.


Yesterday, it was windy, the allergens were off the charts, and he was given the responsibility of cooking dinner and picking up the baby (as I would be late). It was THE PERFECT STORM.


Sure enough, when I got home–in a great mood and hopeful for a spaghetti dinner to await me–I walked in to a pitch black house, a crying baby, and a husband crawling from the nursery to the couch.


Needless to say, there was a lot of vomit, a lot of ibuprofen, and zero sleep. Which is why, today’s post is half-hearted. Trust me, tomorrow’s will be better! (As will Huff the Hubs…hopefully.)


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