Thirteen days and I am still sick enough to have woozy, hot flashy moments. I'm weary of it.
What? You say a drive from Baltimore city to Sycamore Illinois (13 hours each way) isn't conducive to healing?
Or a stay at the in-laws?
Or an extra drive to Princeton Illinois on Christmas day?
Perhaps not, but the upsides were: mother-in-law compulsively laundering everything, as well as keeping her house clean so that no chores were my responsibility AND more people in the house to wrangle kids so I actually had a chance to nap now and again.
Oh, and Husband did all the driving, even on the way there (we did the whole trip in one day on the way out; two days on the way back).
We just got back yesterday afternoon. I still have that odd feeling of being in motion even though I am not.
Every year, after the Christmas trek, everyone feels hungover here on Dec 30 (which is, sadly, Winton's often under-celebrated Birthday).