'Sploded

Today started off badly. BAAADLY. I had a rough emotional night last night, and had my ass handed to me. For which I am very grateful, because I needed it. I'm proud that I was brave (#bravein2017) enough to face it, and put it to bed.

But it was HARD. 

This morning I woke up with a wickedly brutal headache. Between Shark Week and the emotional hangover, it was a DOOZY. 

When I got to work, I was met with peels of laughter and good morning wishes by my youngest nanny charge. Like her mother and I, she is not a morning person, but today was different, and it was glorious. On our way to school, I was asking her my standard questions. 

"How did you sleep?"

"Did you have sweet dreams?"

"Think of ways to show kindness!"

Today, instead of just answering my questions, she asked some of her own.

"Sthonia, how did YOU sleep? Did you have sweet dreams?" I told her that I slept well, and I had sweet dreams. 

"Why are you holding your neck?"

When I explained that I had a very bad headache, she so very sweetly said "Aawww...Sthonia...I'm so saaaawrry your head hurts. I wish it didn't." 

When I picked her up from school a couple of hours later and took her home, I got her settled. Then I explained that I needed to lay down for a few minutes while she played, to see if the medicine would kick in and help my head. She climbed up next to me on the couch and stroked my hair with one hand, and put her sweet little sparkly nail polished fingers in the palm of my other hand. She sat with me like that for 20 minutes. And you know what? It worked. *boooooooffff* 

So now I'm walking around with an exploded heart. :)