I'm not ready!

Stinky is in the throes of puberty. Yea yea, I don't like it but it's happening. He likes telling me things because he likes the grossed out faces I can't help but make. He thinks it's funny, and Goof just doesn't respond as well. I'm getting tired of him telling me he's got pubes. Yea yea, go ask your dad for a preview of what you'll look like when it's all in.

Bad news is that he's got a girlfriend now. What the hell? He's only 11! A girl in one of his classes told him, she thought he was cute, and asked if he liked her too. His response was pretty good, "I think she's a nice girl." Well that was two weeks ago. He had given up on the crush of the cute girl that lives near us. He actually doesn't know what to do or think about it, why pine for something that won't happen.

This last week, the forward girl asked him to be her boyfriend. So two days later he tells me about this and asks for my opinion. Of course I'm freaking out. What does this mean? Are they gonna hold hands? Kiss? What? He thinks it's a lot of positive gossip. She's a popular girl, and it can only be good for his 'image' God, shoot me now. This hussy only has one class with him, their assigned lunch tables are pretty far from each other. They do ride the bus together, but again assigned seats. She lives in another subdivision.

So the dinner topic was this, and Goof told him no exploration of bodies until 16. I hope that stays true. Yesterday he came home and told me that he accepted her offer. She waited and sat next to him in the gym for their bus. Oh boy. So how long do these things last? A week or two? He thinks she's cute, I don't know how involved this will get. Right now he's been bragging with his friends about having a girlfriend. Perhaps this is all there is. The right to brag. I think I need to watch that series on Discovery Health about puberty again. Gotta refresh my memory.

Thursday I had felt crappy, and had a bit of a headache, came with my period. I took a few Advil and was fine. Friday I woke up feeling crappy too. I dropped Stinky off at school, and went back to bed. It was a drizzly day anyways. Hell happened when I went downstairs to make some coffee and do dishes. The lights made my brain explode. Full on migraine, with nausea and puking. Took a Maxalt, and suffered. I was making a chicken pot pie for dinner. I needed milk. I ended up calling Droopy and she took me to the store to get milk. I couldn't drive while still feeling so nauseous. Bad news she had a bad headache that turned into a migraine also. Her Imitrex shots were misfiring, so she wasn't able to get relief. Her son came over for a Maxalt. I ended up taking another one, and when Stinky came home, he changed and went outside with Whinus to play and stay out of our hair.

I had started to feel a little better, had the fan going, the drapes pulled, all the lights off, house quiet. Then Goof came home. I heard him outside. I had opened the door for him, but he was too slow getting out of the car for me to stand there in the light, so I just closed the front door and went back in my dark kitchen. Goof came in quietly, but then he yells' Hello? Anyone home?' Which made stars blow behind my eyes. I whispered yelled at him to shut up. He was apologetic, and tiptoed around the house for an hour.

I was just exhausted yesterday. But I managed to clean up and make dinner. What I don't get, is that I asked Goof and Stinky to clean up the dinner dishes and all that, so I could go upstairs and sleep some more. Well the dishes are in the sink, and the pie is still on the dining table. Yea that's cleaning up. Especially since Lulu hopped up on the table and helped herself to dinner. She got her teeth brushed for that.