I have come back from New York sick. Something about four planes, cool temperatures and rain, sleeping in the same bed with an 8-year-old who is probably riddled with germs. It all came together and got me good.
I was exhausted yesterday, and so was she, but the flight did a number on her sinuses (and mine too – I’m still having trouble hearing out of my left ear). She was in tears last night because her ears and jaw hurt, I assume because of sinus pressure.
Eventually I got her to sleep, but I did not get the alone time I was hoping for, the downtime with my TV shows. The time to wallow in self pity because I went on vacation and came back sick.
Today she spent the day at home, in bed, watching Disney Channel and I tried to work while blowing my nose constantly. I’m also trying to figure out how to get back to normal work now that a major event that was taking up all of my time is over for the year.
It’s very strange, being on the other side of a thing that was all you were thinking about for a few weeks and then absolutely all you were thinking about for three full days.
I had hoped to have this vacation and then settle back in to some sort of normalcy, but now I’m sick, and my days are filling up, this week and next. I wanted to clean the house, get some real groceries, get my laundry put away.
So far I’ve managed to unpack (read: unloaded the suitcase into the laundry basket). We got some food at the grocery store, but I’m not sure they amount to any meals. Well, one. We got one meal for sure, and then we had Kraft Dinner for a late lunch. I also got through my inbox. And had a quick nap in the early evening.
The day wasn’t a total loss, and if I have to pay for our trip to New York with this cold, I’ll manage.