It's been an intense past 7 days... I've been rattled a bit. I keep reading about people taking vacations... longingly... we love to travel and used to do so, but with baby, work, etc, we knew it would be "less" this year - but I think we do need a get away weekend. Soon.
Last night my sweet husband came home early from work, which just never happens, very ill - he was shivering like crazy, and despite ibuprofen, his fever continued to rise. When it jumped to 103.3 f we knew he had to go to clinic - The nanny had just reported that her son had flu and she would be home with him for two days, so I was so worried about Husband, he just never gets sick, and also concerned about the baby and others in house catching it. Good News/Bad News - Not the flu - But husband has pneumonia :-( and feels awful... I think worse for him is he had to stay home and he worries about his clients - worse for me is trying to make him rest. He got a big shot and is on antibiotics. OH - and, this morning he had an allergic reaction to the codeine cough medicine prescribed. Poor Big Guy. Did I mention that my day yesterday started with a one-year check up for Baby - he's doing great, yay! But he had to get shots and so has been a bit cranky. Poor little guy. Laughing and playing and jabbering away and then someone pokes him in both thighs - that really really hurt his feelings.
I empathize completely. Sometimes things happen that just so do not make sense and can't be explained and certainly do not seem fair at all.
Last Wednesday afternoon, I was sitting at my desk doing my thing... Husband had just gotten home from work - Baby was with the other grandparents, life normal (as normal as our life is, normally, anyway, ha ha. ) You know from last posts daughter has been on my mind - so stage is set:
Another daughter knocks on bedroom/office door and tells me that a -- County constable is at the door asking for me. Well. I fell apart almost immediately. -- County is where my daughter "lives" and where the baby goes when other grand-parents have visits, so I just knew that I was about to hear that they had found my daughter's body or something had happened to the baby. How I made it to the door, I do not know...
The incredible irony of what I heard the constable say added total confusion to the mix: He had a warrant for my arrest. Mine. Incredible. Double sucker punch.
Quick: The good news - No one was dead, hurt, in danger, etc - Thank God. Also, I did not get arrested. Ha Ha - I am almost able to laugh a little now about that - 6 years ago when I was moving, boxes of checks were stolen by the moving crew. The bank notified me, I filed a police report, and I dealt with any notices I got of forged checks, explained situation, etc. 6 years ago.
Unfortunately, a couple of places that had cashed some of these bad checks did not attempt to notify me, they simply filed with the local JP and I suppose the reports got lost under some pile... until last week. Incredible. But, the bright side is a very nice constable: 1st he was totally surprised to find me - any one could have found me at any time in past 6 years - and was very sympathetic... he waited around for us to go to ATM and get cash to buy money orders and then escorted to mail box in lieu of arresting. Sigh. So now I have to go through all of the bureaucracy I did 6 years ago - to small town police station to get copy of police report with bank affidavits, then to JP to hopefully get my money back. Did I mention irony? It seems like addicts get away with intentional misconduct regularly, right? I did nothing wrong, and, well...
I am looking forward to things getting back to normal. We need a vacation. Seriously. Sadly, any potential vacation funds got mailed to JP and "Vacation" time for hubby spent being sick and mine will be spent getting money back from said JP. So - Until a real vacation happens, I shall vacation vicariously through others and remember to count my blessings and look on the bright side. And remember to smile. What else can I (we) do?