Last week I had a scheduled vacation. It was to be 2 weekends and 5 weekdays of bliss. No responsibilities (except the kids, of course), no stress (except the kids, of course), and no need to get up early (except the kids, of course).
Work has been ridiculously stressful lately and I knew that November was my last shot at a day off- much less 5 of them- until mid-February. So I took it. I left las Friday with a lightness in me.
On Sunday, Tay turned up sick. By Monday she was bad enough to warrant a trip to the doctor. By Monday night we had a diagnosis of flu. By Tuesday, we heard the words Swine Flu. The child was miserable. She slept for hours and hours on end, awoke only long enough to complain that her head hurt, her throat hurt, her ears hurt, etc. Then out she'd go again. She was weak and it wasn't easy for her to get up and down the stairs to her room so she took over my living room. And because I spent futful night checking on her, I spent a lot of the day laying with her on the fold out couch. So my back was/is in agony. The couch hates me.
On Wednesday I went to her school to get her missed work. The teacher must have thought the kid was just laying around because the amount of work she gave me to bring home was astronomical. Tay was barely awake 4 hours a day- how was she supposed to get all that done?
By Thursday the little one had a fever too. So, of course, I assumed flu and kept her home with me too. She was "better" by noon and spent the day tearing the house up. Friday- same deal. Tay finally showed signs of improvement on Friday. She was awake, playing with her sister, eating. One of those days (Thursday or Friday) we all sat on the couch watching TV and saw the neighbors power lines explode. They weren't home, so of course, I got to be the one to call police, fire dept, etc. On Friday I also had to go to a child support conference. Friday night I had agreed to be a volunteer chaperone at a dance, so I had that to do to.
Saturday I managed to pinch a nerve in my neck.
Sunday I couldn't move.
Last night the little one would NOT sleep and spent the entire night tossing and turning, whining and moaning, fussing and wiggling.
Today I am back at work. Exhausted. In pain. Drained.
Much like I was when I left for this damn vacation.
I think I need to work on my karma...
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That's most definitely a frustrating vacation, and sounds like a few that I've had. I always tried to look on the bright side though. At least you were already home with the sick ones rather than using up any available sick time. I've gotten to this time of year with zero hours left. I don't know what bad karma you had coming to you but it could have been worse, that house where the power lines exploded could have been yours and you could be without power or worse right now.
I hope your little ones are all better, caught up on the homework and you... I hope you get some much needed rest and tlc that you deserve!
- parrishsky
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