It’s Friday and I should be in Orlando, relaxing before a conference for work. I should have been coming off of two alumni events and seeing my family.
Instead, I’ve dealt with work every day via phone, texts and emails. And I’ve seen more of my bedroom than I care to admit.
I thought I was on the mend earlier this week. We even rebooked my flight for today, but yesterday as I spent more time in my bathroom losing the Popsicles I had eaten for breakfast, I knew I couldn’t make the trip. I couldn’t even fathom packing for the weekend.
So my flights were canceled. The hotel was canceled. And I tried to transfer my conference fee, but this organization doesn’t allow such a thing – flu or no flu. I guess they’d rather I infect others from around the country with my illness.
I’m trying to remain positive. I’m home with my boys. Lucas has had a cough all week and I was feeling SO incredibly guilty for not being able to just be around him earlier in the week. I have a whole weekend to make up for that.
I also get to spend Valentine’s Day with my husband. We’ve never spent Valentine’s Day apart since we first met. Why start now? (Though, we had planned on celebrating late. And now it’s too late to really make plans for tomorrow.)
I get a couple more days of rest and then I can jump back into my daily work grind. There is a lot that had to go undone this week, so I’m anxious to get back to it.
And there’s a strong possibility of snow early next week. I’ll be home for that.
So there’s some good out of this, right?
Oh, and I may have lost a few pounds this week. As long as they don’t come crawling back, all is good.
I hope your week has been more exciting and much more healthy than mine.