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I’m Baaaaccckkk November 12, 2009

Filed under: Daily Grind,Getting my Martha On,Schmooper — booksunread @ 3:43 pm

So where have I been?  Well, the week of Halloween, I had to go to London for work.  The week leading up to that, between me and Squidgey, we had SIX doctor appointments. Just happened that his 15 month pediatrician and PT checks fell on that week where I went for the annual poke and scrape, plus saw the hand specialist, had to get new contacts and OH, yeah got fucking SICK with a sinus infection and had to go procure drugs so that my face would not explode during the nine hours of flight required for my trip.  Oh, and also, we had a houseful of guests that weekend immediately before I left and once again, hoopty Halloween costumes to sew for Squidge and the dog.  On top of obsessively preparing to leave Miguel vice president in charge of Squidge for the week-I had to pack his lunches in advance for the sitter and write many instructional post it notes.

So yeah. Busy.  The Sunday before I left, we had tickets for the Bears v Bengals game-Miguel’s sis and hubby and his BFF and fiancé came in for a visit and went with us.  We had a sitter and shuttle to the game lined up, it was absolutely gorgeous weather and so sick or not, I wasn’t going to squander the opportunity to really kick back and relax.  Needless to say, I was a wee hung over on top of still sick as I headed out at noon the next day for my flight to Chicago. (Yes, CHICAGO, because no one flies direct London to Cinci anymore).  I arrived in London at 7 am (3 am my time-for some reason, they do daylight savings a week ahead of us and the time difference was only 4 hours that week) and headed straight to the office for a full day of work.  And no, I did not get to use my mileage to upgrade to business and therefore did not sleep on the plane.

Luckily, the time there went fast and before I knew it, it was Friday and I was on my way home.  Which only took roughly SEVENTEEN hours from hotel door to front door when you factor in the extra hour it takes to fly east-west, and the Chicago layover for the connecting flight to fly BACK east to Cinci, PLUS the time sitting on the runway in Cinci, waiting for someone to come out and move a god.damn. bucket out of our taxi path.  And this was actually pretty much the shortest itinerary. I could have gotten up at the crack of ass to leave two hours earlier, but I would have ended up getting home at the height of rush hour on a Friday night, and would have probably arrived home at almost the same time.

Unluckily, when I arrived home, Miguel promptly stumbled up to bed, claiming sick.  Which over the weekend turned out to be Strep, with a side of Scarlet Fever.  Whee. So my jetlagged, still not 100% feeling great myself ass had to jump in and single parent Squidge all weekend.  (Who I missed dearly of course, so definitely wanted to be with, but would have liked the option to delegate some of the more menial/trying shit to someone else who had more ten cumulative hours of sleep that week.)  On the bright side, neither one of us caught Miguel’s crud.

Squidgey’s red m&m costume was completed before I left, so I used precious afternoon nap time to rig up the dog’s yellow peanut m&m companion costume, with dubious results.  Squidge’s was easy, and came out pretty well, I think. Dog’s not so much. Thank god for next year, I have a hand me down giraffe costume for Squidge and can purchase a coordinating jungle animal costume for Dog for 10 bucks from Target.  (But god help me, I’m already sort of thinking about taking up felt, Velcro and sewing machine again the next year to turn them both in to crayons. Send help.)

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One Response to “I’m Baaaaccckkk”

  1. maybelle76 Says:

    Thanks to Google Reader – I know you are alive! 🙂 Love the Halloween pics you sent out!


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