I’ve got stories. And I’ve got a blog. What a great place to tell them. But what I don’t have is time. I’m so tired of complaining about how busy I am on here. Even if it’s true.
I’ve got the story about how when we got to England, I had a sinus infection, and then my latent-almost-non-existent asthma flared up due to the weather over there, so I ended up at the doctor asking for an inhaler and maybe some antibiotics. And I ended up at the bloody hospital all day with a port (IV) in my arm because they thought I had deep vein thrombosis/a pulmonary embolism. I didn’t. I had asthma and a sinus infection.
I’ve got stories of adventures in England. I’ll have to post some photos. Sometime.
I’ve got the story of coming back, which really I don’t even want to repeat, because I’m just going to get stressed out again. Because you expect, when you step on a plane to fly from the UK to Toronto, that you’re going to be sitting on it for about 8 hours, including boarding and landing and all that jazz. But we were so lucky. We got to be on our plane for 14 hours! You can just imagine how much fun that was: 14 hours straight stuck on a tin can with a 2.5 year old and a 4.5 year old. Also, they threw in some drop-out-of-the-sky turbulence in for extra fun. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
I’ve got stories. But this week (we got back Tuesday night), I had a night out for book club. Mark had a dentist appointment. We had to unpack. We had to get the dog from the pet sitter. And we had to clean it all up because, yes, our house is for sale and we need to keep it ready to view. There’s a viewing today. Fantastic, I’m thrilled - but I’m soooooo tired.
Tonight I’m escaping for a night to Niagara-on-the-Lake, a little luxurious splurge with dear old friends from university. A group of lefty social workers (3 of us did our Master’s degrees together 10 years ago) who haven’t had a proper chance to catch up since one got married last summer, maybe since before that. There may will be wine and laughing and tears. It will be good.
On Sunday, I’m turning 33. We’ll have dinner with my family. There will be cake. It will be good.
Maybe I’ll have more time for stories next week. Or maybe I’ll be storied out. I think I might be.
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July 16th 2010 at 11:24 am
Who wouldn’t be with all that on your plate!? Have an amazing weekend, enjoy every well-earned second of it, and don’t worry about the laundry that might still be waiting. Happiest of birthdays in advance
July 16th 2010 at 12:41 pm
Aw, Niagara-on-the-Lake is one of my favourite places! Have a great time, sounds like fun, getting caught up like that.
July 18th 2010 at 8:08 pm
Happy Birthday!!…always easy to remember your birthday:)
cheers