Life, Interrupted

I'm upright and dressed. I ran errands while my son was at preschool this morning and now the van is parked in the garage after having picked him up and brought him home once again. Finally, a normal weekday in our house.

Last Monday, I had just gotten home from a fun-filled, jam-packed weekend in Minneapolis with my college friends (interrupted by a two-day music teacher's conference on Thursday and Friday). I felt fine during my trip until the plane ride home when I noticed an annoying tickle in the back of my throat like I'd swallowed a spoonful of sand. No amount of ginger ale and pretzels could get rid of it. I got home from the airport and noticed that my son, who had just been getting over a cough when I'd left, was starting to cough a lot more again. And that was the start of a long and useless week.

Three doctor's visits, and myriad of cold medicines and two antibiotics later, my youngest and I are finally starting to feel like human beings again. This morning was his first day back to school in a week and my first night's sleep in as much time that was spent entirely in my own bed. Thank goodness my only obligation last week was getting my daughter to and from school, and even that took all the energy I could muster. On top of which, my husband had work-related obligations and had to use the van all week. I think crawling in and out of a two-door Chevy Cavalier to buckle car seats should be an Olympic event. It's probably for the best that I didn't have much contact with the outside world last week. I've retained more friends that way.

Hoping to blog about happier memories of our time out here in the days to come. Right now though, all I want to do is nap.

~Paula