The ones that chew you up and spit you out before 8am.
Today qualified on all fronts.
I woke up at 2am with a massive headache. Took some Advil and went back to sleep.
Walked kids to school, forgetting Liam's swim bag, but remembering the library books that were due.
Needed to meet with the transportation office at school, which is clear across campus, so I trekked over in the 92 degree heat (keep in mind it is 8am) to find no one inside. Fair enough. I trek back to the office and ask for an email contact for the transportation guys, and she calls and informs me they are indeed there. Perhaps it was a game of hide & seek and I was unaware. Headed back over.
*Side note, Egypt is rarely gifted with humidity. Typically, my cuticles are bleeding from the dry, desert living. Today, it is as humid as a Virginia Summer.*
Now, I am sweaty. Super sticky and sweaty.
I go home, headache now making my eyes squint.
I take four more Advil and sit on the couch to find my e-mail box full of time-sensitive work to be done. Four hours later, I am caught up on work, but can barely see because my head hurts so bad.
I eat a bagel. Maybe I'm hungry?
I drink two bottles of water. Maybe I'm dehydrated?
I sit on the couch and suddenly my ears are battered by the sounds of a drill hitting metal. The apartment below me is being renovated. Today. They are drilling through thick concrete, hitting metal, confirming with the drill that it is indeed metal. And then doing it again.
My. Head. Hurts.
Finally, the noise and headache are too much.
I go into my room like a child, closing the door and turning up my air purifier to drown out the noise. Pfft. No change. I put a pillow over my head. Nothing. Dang it.
Finally, my alarm sounds to remind me to collect my kids from school. I walk outside to see a sandstorm has come.
NOW I know why my head has been hurting for 14 hours. Sandstorm.
It doesn't feel better, but knowing is something.
And now it's only 4pm.