The weekend before last I did this:
and ate this:
It was wonderful to meet up with twenty-five of my closest internet friends (I like to call them Imaginary although they're not imaginary any more), I must freely admit that I am not well enough to travel. It was horrible, awful, horrendous traveling with RA. I can't even describe the air travel (although while it was happening I was composing angry blog posts in my head) as the PTSD results in me curled up in the fetal position crying. Oh and I had laryngitis so I couldn't speak. Fun. Loads of fun.
Then I got back and slept and slept and got a sinus infection and some sort of bronchitisy thing. There were doctor's visits and antibiotics and more sleep. My kids were beginning to wonder if I'd ever leave my room.
Saturday was a gorgeous day and full of promise. I was feeling a bit better. The kids' soccer games were loads of fun until Zack fell and rolled his foot. It isn't broken thank the fsm but it's sprained and he's on crutches. Matt and I spent the rest of the weekend waiting on him to which Skyler declared "It's NOT FAIR!" I told her that when she breaks her foot I'll wait on her too.
That's where I've been. Don't come looking for me, it isn't pretty here.