Quiet-Time Enduced Migraine.

Sometimes I lose my patience.  Shocking, I know.  Nap time, quiet time, whatever you want to call it, is strictly enforced in my house for my kids health but also for my sanity.  And their safety.  Mean mommy can be kept at a distance much more often if we get in a daily quiet time.  Especially since this is the ONLY time during the day that my son goes in a different room from me, stops asking me questions, and plays on his own.  The.  Only.  Time. 

Some days are more difficult to keep mean Mommy at bay.  Right now, for example, I am in my car in the garage.....why, you ask?  Because while I was downstairs cleaning up all I could hear was Grayden right above me, alternating between running back and forth across his room and jumping on his bed....... for 30 minutes straight.  (This is as quiet as things get around here some days).  And mean Mommy was begging to come out and lose her cool.  I actually get physically exhausted just listening to him move around like that.  It makes my muscles clench.  I don't know why it affects me this way, but it does.  So sometimes the garage is my quiet time sanctuary.  Judge me if you must.