Hey, we’re home again. And I almost feel normal. (“Normal” being relative when it comes to me, natch.) Know what is NOT a great way to overcome any potential jetlag when traveling back home to Eastern time after being on Mountain time? Planning to take the last flight home on Sunday evening. I mean, it’s probably not a great idea, anyway, but then if it’s truly the airline’s last flight of the night to Atlanta, chances are they’re going to delay the flight to catch all the folks who are making a connection, and then chances are that a ginormous storm cell is going to divert your flight path so that your long flight is even longer, and then to top that off, once you arrive in Atlanta at 1:00 in the morning they will insist that your luggage is arriving on carousel 2 but actually it is carousel 5 and once you figure that out and collect your things and make your way out to the parking shuttle and get in your car and find your way out and FINALLY white-knuckle it home through the pouring rain, just a few miles from your house a railroad crossing will insist there’s a train coming when there isn’t. And then you’ll watch several people slalom through the gates while you have palpitations and you will eventually turn around and go back and find the longest way home possible.
This is why you shouldn’t give a mouse a cookie, or maybe it’s why it’s not a great idea to go to bed around 3:30 and then get up and try to work the next day. (Needless to say, Monday was kind of a blur.)
Today I feel almost human, although I did bring home something extra special which was unexpected. I mean, we have some origami Raphael made for us, and Chickadee had half a suitcase full of pictures Sophia made for her, and Kira gave me some healthy gummy thingies that I’m now forcing on my children, but little did I know I had something EVEN BETTER.
Because I am apparently 10 and must’ve shared towels with my buddies at summer camp after getting out of the pool, I came home with impetigo (I think). I’m sure Kira will be THRILLED to learn this, as I was just all over her house (and her children) for the last five days. Um. Sorry, Kira! Let’s hope one of your kids gave it to me instead of the other way ’round! LOVE YOU (from a safe distance)!
Once upon a time about a week ago I had a zit near the corner of my mouth, and it continued to refuse to heal while we were gone. Or, at least, that’s what I thought it was. Yesterday I noticed it was… sort of scabbing and spreading… which—last time I checked—pimples generally do not do. So, yeah, it’s pretty much as sexy as it sounds, and the last time I had impetigo I was, indeed, freshly home from summer camp.
There’s nothing quite like ending an awesome trip with a bang, right?
Of course, now Otto and I are debating who had the better travel finale, because on his last night of traveling, someone broke into his car and swiped his GPS and his iPod. WE KNOW HOW TO PAR-TAY! I think I win for overall suckage, though, because we can replace his stuff, whereas my face is currently horrifying and my own beloved husband refuses to kiss me. Hmph.
If you need me this week, I’ll be busy slathering ointment on my… everything.