Crappy crappy day

Getting my son to stay in his @#*$&)#$@& bed and take a nap has been an epic fail today. Three bottles, two diaper changes, tylenol and teething tablets administered for the teeth, and over two hours, and he's still chirpy. I'm furious. Him not napping means that I loose the only little snippet of time away from the kids that I get, and I use that time to do trivial things like eat lunch, and pee without having to worry about what the kids are destroying while I'm gone. I'm not sure I can handle all day, every day, with no chance of breaks at all. I'm certainly not going to get one any other way.

Also still dealing with the never-ending migraine...five days and counting. I've been seeing spots for days, which is oh-so-helpful when trying to chase toddlers. There's nothing in the house that'll ease the pain, at least, nothing that my stomach can tolerate now. Am hoping that once the meds for my hands are out of my system, that'll go away. But I'm probably hosed there, because the rash on my hands is starting to come back, and I'm probably looking at another course of steroids. With another two weeks of headaches and nausea. Oh goody.

Have a metric ton of stuff I want to be working on, that I want to have ready for Yule, but between the kids and feeling so awful, I've barely touched most of it. And the lack of quiet, creative time makes me feel even worse.