I spent my vacation sick.

I came back from a Pampered Chef show near my hometown without my daughter....it wasn't an accident. Brad called my mom and asked if they'd be willing to keep her until Friday so we could have a break. (I've been easily overwhelmed lately.) We needed to be alone...and to be honest, I needed to be away from her for a couple days. :)

Tuesday: I head home from Brunswick, MO without a child in the backseat demanding I play her "LAZYTOWN!!!" CD for the one millionth time. Get home around dinner time.

Wednesday night (Club): After a couple hours of being in a concrete-floored room with kids kicking up dust, my allergies kick in and I realize I'm about to have an allergic reaction (how lame is it to be allergic to dust?).

Thursday: I took Claritin the night before to try and stop the oncoming allergy attack...no luck. I wake up miserable with a throat that feels like I've been swallowing knives. My nose is officially a faucet with a never-ending drip and my head hurts. Brad and I still go out for the day since this is our "vacation." As a treat he bought be the expensive kleenex with lotion added...only the best for his girl.

Thursday mid-afternoon: Can barely walk anymore after lunch out and a few shopping stops. Our hopes of dinner and a movie are replaced with left-overs and a visit to Movie Gallery for a couple of rentals.

Friday morning 6:00 am: After a night of non-stop nose-blowing, tossing and turning, and visits to the bathroom (everytime I wake up in the night I have to pee because of this crazy pregnancy stuff), I finally get out of bed to prepare to go pick up Rory. Brad decides that even if we didn't get to really enjoy our time alone, at least I didn't have to watch Rory while I was sick. Way to find the silver lining Brad.

I decided that if I wasn't a Christian it would be really easy to wonder how my kharma got so bad.

P.S. I told Brad I wouldn't step foot in the new clubroom again until the carpet was down. Guess where he is today? :) He's such a good guy.