Where I've been at

Wow, I left that last post up for 2 whole weeks. Not my best work and potentially my most offensive. Sorry about that folks.

I have been busy summer holidaying along with a cold. It started the day we left. And that was two weeks ago tomorrow. It's made itself at home and seems to have no plans of returning from whence it came (Hell I believe).

When we arrived home, the cold was hitting second gear and I had a work commitment. One that took me outside my home office, face to face with real people. I was a hot mess. But it was good work because it involves hanging out with some really fantastic ladies who have become friends.

Then Jay and I had the pleasure of seeing Bon Jovi again.

Oh how I love me some Bon Jovi. Judge not, music is a very personal thing. Their music is something that Jay and I have in common. And our boys love them too. That is a good thing. Excuse the photo, my phone is not high in the pixel area. Real cameras were not allowed in but had they been I could have photographed the sweat beads on his forehead. We had good seats.

Did I mention the cold? Oh yes, I did. Imagine how I feel because I am still in the midst of it as I type this. By this point Jay was enjoying company of the cold that would never end too.

We blame Jack. He started it. He was sick for over two weeks too. So stuffed up and coughing like a two pack a day smoker for so long we actually went to a medi clinic while on our holiday to pump him with antibiotics.

Day 9 of the meds - hives. All over his legs. By the next morning they had made their way all the way up to his cheeks.

Penicillin allergy confirmed.

And now that Jay and I are enjoying the benefits of this virus from hell, we know that Jack likely didn't need the antibiotics anyway. But finding out he is allergic to penicillin isn't a bad thing. So.

Jay and I will ride it out and hope that by September it will have packed its snotty phlegmy bags and retreated never to be seen again.

Oh and could someone please remind me about June 15, 2011 that summer is NOT less busy than the school year. Please! I keep weaving myself into this fantasy that summer will involve lazy days by the pool or spray park. Someone throw a pail of water on these fantasies already because yesterday was the first time we had time or were well enough to even consider the idea.

And summer is half over.

Excuse me, it's time to ply myself with wine, maybe that will kill this virus and if not, I should certainly feel better for awhile, no?