I'm not dead.
I mean, I'm pretty sure I was dead on Monday, which subsequently pushed back our trip home 2 more days.
I don't think my mom minded. We crashed in their spare bedroom and she drooled over the kids for an extra 48 hours. I'm glad my misery could bring such happiness.
But now we are home. We went to Utah for...7 total days (I had to do the math in my head...and use my hands.) My sister Tianna finally got married to the love of her life, Scott. And, of course, he got married to his, so it really worked out.
I missed the rehearsal and all of Kembry's tantrums on Friday because of, what I thought, was a nasty cold. Saturday, the wedding went off without a hitch. Unless you wanted food. Apparently the caterer's help didn't show up. She was alone and behind. So, Brett and I manned ourselves behind the buffet and helped out the desperate caterer. People were not kind. I coughed in their food. Please don't tell my sister.
Sunday I stayed in bed and wished for death.
Monday I stayed in bed and wished for death. And visited the doctor. Who gave me the greatest medicine in the world, a Z pack. Yummmm. (BTW, not a cold. Rhinositis-something-something-bronchitis-something-something-death.)
Tuesday I didn't wish for death, but I should have stayed in bed. Instead, I visited Miss Jessie and cooed over little baby Cory and fell in love all over again. I promise I didn't kiss her, or lick her fingers, or blow on her tummy. I kept all my little dying bacterium to myself.
Wednesday I drove...and drove...and drove...stopped at a gas station...drove...and drove...and drove...went through Zions National Park during a wicked rain storm which was freaking awesome...drove...drove...and home.
I have never been so happy to be in Arizona. We don't have TV, so I have no idea what the weather is like. Do they provide that sort of information online? No, I doubt it. The kids are back in school, Chloe is HOME, which is right where she should be, and I...am going to go to bed. At 5 p.m. Don't wake me up unless you have chocolate.