Case of the Mondays

Yesterday was great. In fact, so was the rest of my weekend. I felt great...I even think I looked great.
I quickly learned my "great" weekend was over when I woke up this morning. I felt my head pounding as I lifted it off my pillow to get my early rising son out of his crib.
"ow, ow, ow," I muttered as I headed toward his room. I couldn't say this too loudly or enthusiastically for fear it would make my headache worse.
After giving my son his milk, I grabbed the Excedrin and moved towards the coffee in the kitchen.

There is simply nothing worse than waking up on a sunny day with a migraine. Honestly. If you've ever had a true migraine, you understand.

To make things worse, I was nauseated and bloated. Yes, "the visitor" made an untimely arrival this month.

"Yuck"

I know, I know. Enough whining.

I feel much better now. Alex ended up having a rather easy morning and I was able to collect myself while he took his nap.

It always ends up that God gives me enough grace to get through whatever it is I need to get through. I may not have received the instant healing I wished for, but Alex was content and quiet for the most part while I lounged and waited to feel better.

The moral is, even if I look as bloated as the furry gopher pictured, I'm granted the strength I need to get through the day. For that, I am truly grateful.