The Twitch

Please excuse my poor blogging skills. It has been crazy in the Drlich house. And, in result, I have developped a twitch.

Don't worry, it hasn't gone as far as a full body twitch, or a full facial twitch, but it definitely is a peristent eye twitch. After the fourth day I started to become annoyed. After the second week, I was convinced I had a brain tumor.

So, like any good hypochondirac I have been googling the crap out of it. I haven't completely ruled out a brain tumor, but it seems that it is from stress and fatigue. Hmmmmm. Yes, I believe I have had some stress and fatigue lately. But, what else is new? However, I do believe the last two weeks have been super stressful -- eye twitching-tastical. And, sadly I do not have time for a warm bath or a full eight hours sleep like the web sites say to cure my twitching problem. (AS IF!)

Abe started daycare two weeks ago (something that has been directly correlated with the aforementioned problem). This also correalated with a 50 hour work week. Bad timing on all sides. I thought I was going to be okay with the daycare thing. I mean, we had been planning for it for awhile, and we all knew it was going to happen. He was making day trips there, and was doing fine. But, that first week I turned into the psycho mother that I never thought I would be.

I called the daycare thrice daily to check up on him. They seemed to think he was doing fine, but I was having vision of him wasting away into skin and bones, becasue he was not drinking or eating properly. Jake and I both considered quitting or jobs. This was not a time for practical thinking! Not when our son is not getting his morning and afternoon nap! And, then, Abe had to start crying when I dropped him off. His little face all scrunched up and tiny hands clutching my pants were the last vision I had before heading to work. I think that is parent abuse.

But, he is doing much better. He didn't cry the last two times I dropped him off. And, all of the kids in the class know his name. He may even have a girlfriend. I consider that progress. He has also had 3 accident reports so far. While some parents would be horrified, I know that he is acting in his normal, crazy ways. God bless him.

So, I am waiting this twitch out. I am doing my best to keep thoughts of Woogie from Something About Mary infliction out of my head (you know with the crazy whiteheads on his eyeballs). Maybe someday I will get a warm bath or eight hours of sleep. Until then, I will be Twitchy Bri.