motherhood

Mommy sick, guilt-ridden after freezing bus ride

The past 48 hours were a blur. I left Michigan in our 2006 Dodge Grand Caravan at approximately 1 a.m. on Thursday, July 5th. A great friend of ours wanted a ride to D.C. and since that meant, an extra driver, we were down. DH drove the first leg, while they caught up and I slept. At the half-way point, our friend took the wheel, DH slept and I got to catch up with him on things that we like to talk about–spirituality, relationships, business and politics. We arrived at our Baltimore home at about 9 a.m. and my daughter, who was sleep most of the trip, made pancakes for breakfast. Our friend was picked up around 11 a.m., I went to the bank, picked up our mail from a neighbor, took a one hour nap, showered and was at the Greyhound station by 1:45. Bus left at 2:30 p.m. and we were in NYC by 6:30 p.m.

Sounds straight forward, but I left out a little tidbit. Tuesday night, DH and I went out, had a great time catching with old friends, dancing to some good house music (I’m working on a visual of this) and I left that night with a sore throat from being in contact with so much cigar smoke. I had trouble swallowing, my chest was burning…all from casual contact with second-hand smoke. By Thursday night, the combination of a smoke-induced sore throat and four hours of exposure to an over air conditioned bus ride, I was sick–congested, runny nose, watery eyes, sore throat and chills. Does this not make for a wonderful one-day trip to a rock concert with your almost 13 year old daughter?

I took my books for Financial Friday, read most of them (since I could barely talk) and I am now at home with a sinus headache (which completed the deal after another four hour return bus ride home), body aches and a not as sore throat complements of the zinc lozenges I was sucking on the entire trip.

You guys are in for such a treat as my daughter and I did a v-log simulcast (she’s going to put her views on her blog…more details on my daughter with a blog in another post) and we are preparing it for tomorrow.

Of course, the guilt comes in because the drug store near Rockerfeller Plaza didn’t have poster board and we couldn’t make a Happy Birthday sign for my now five year old daughter, Pie. I did write a great birthday tribute to her last year and I’d love for you all to share your holiday stories or birthday stories to cheer me up as I am covered in the smell of eucalyptus and garlic (it’s a great natural antibiotic) and I’m dressed like it’s winter time in a sweatshirt and sweatpants even though it’s 85 degrees.

I gotta get better because being sick, especially in the summer, is for the birds. The idea of being short 4 children hasn’t even hit me yet, but as soon as I’m able (later on tonight), I’ll share with you my feelings hopefully void of most of the guilt.

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