I feel like my life has been on fast forward lately, and that I just can’t seem to get caught up. It all started with coming back from vacation at the beginning of February, when I had to catch up at work for a week, then I went on a week business trip and got sick on the trip, and had another catch up week, and in the midst of it all, my daughter turned two and got sick herself.
For the past two weeks, I had what I was calling the “death cough”, which was unrelenting and I just felt tired and run down. Little Miss came down with the cough on Thursday, and we both ended up going home sick for a half day. On Friday, we both went to the doctor (and yes, now I’m behind at work again).
Saturday morning, JB left for a ski clinic at Kirkwood, and Little Miss started the day by puking all over me (soaked down to my underwear). I think she had the flu, as she was feverish and wouldn’t drink or eat anything besides apple juice for two days. She also kept telling me that different things hurt, like her back, her hands, her face… Sounds like the aches to me. Couple that with an impressive 3 day storm, where the hubby got snowed in at the ski resort (thanks to my brother and his family for letting him shack up in their condo), and there was a bit of cabin fever in our house.
I did manage to round up a sitter on Sunday afternoon, as I was really itching to get up and enjoy the fresh powder (I had been monitoring the snow levels at the ski resorts and was green with envy about the hubby being “stuck” at a ski resort with a free place to stay and a season pass). Unfortunately, the storm was in full force by the time I headed up the mountain, making the drive a bit hairy. Top that off with the fact that all 4 pairs of goggles that JB and I own ended up in his ski bag with him at Kirkwood, my visibility was nil the first run.
I borrowed the world’s cheapest goggles from Lost and Found, and was able to salvage some good runs out of the day. By my last run (1.5 hours after arriving at the mountain), I started to worry about the drive home and wasn’t enjoying the white out whipping wind blizzard conditions, so I headed out. The drive home was super scary, as there were points where the wind blew the snow so hard that it was complete white out conditions, and I had to just stop because I couldn’t see the road or other cars. Luckily, no one crashed into the back of me. Things were made worse by all of the aggressive drivers out there passing people (i.e. me) on blind curves in white out conditions.
There was a nasty wreck towards the bottom of the highway, and they even shut down the highway shortly after I got home. Anyway, even though it wasn’t the best ski day for me, it did cure my cabin fever.
Little Miss and I are both well now, and it is taking an insane amount of self discipline for me to not play hooky and head up to the mountains, which just look way too inviting right about now. I can see the Mt. Rose Chutes from my office, which doesn’t help matters!
That’s all for now. Sorry I don’t have anything more inspirational to share.