Migraines and The Elusive Number Ten

This morning I woke up with a pounding headache, which is better described as a migraine. Waking up with a migraine is never good for I know it will hang around for a few hours. Rick explained to Katie that I was ill, so Katie was a super-dooper good girl. She played quietly in her room while I slept and Rick worked in the office. I woke up at 11:00 am with the pain finally subsiding and even though I sure felt like it, I did not throw up once. Anyway, not the way I like to start the day.

As for our taxes, I got frustrated with the numerous forms and schedules that were required because of the cotton field. I finally begged a grade school friend, who is now a CPA, to help me which he did. It baffles me that so many forms had to be completed and that all of the forms seemed to ask the same questions. However, I am sure there is a reason for the redundancy, but it was lost on me. In any case, I got them in the mail on time and without too much stress. Thank you Brian for rescuing this damsel in distress!

Tonight, Rick was working with Katie on counting. For whatever reason Katie cannot get it into her head that ten follows nine. She insists that it is eleven. Matter of fact Katie can count to twenty some, but ten just doesn't exist for her. Poor Rick, he was getting frustrated. Katie usually picks up everything so fast. I am beginning to think that her refusal to say "ten" was her attempt at humor or a power struggle.

The weather has warmed up, which is great for the cotton. We needs a week or so of warm days for the cotton bolls to open. Because we had that cold snap, the cotton is behind schedule. Here's hoping that they open before the first frost. If they don't the cotton will be a total loss.

Well, that's it for now. Have a good night, dear readers, and I'll chat at you soon.