Well, I was supposed to be on a plane with my boys to New Hampshire today. But now the family is on that plane without me. Ordinarily a 10 day break from the husband and kids would be something I'd love, but not this time. The story is dreary and long, so I'll spare you the details. Basically it boils down to this: I've been shaky and nauseated for 3 weeks. A new doctor says my thyroid and pituitary are freaking out, and wants me to have tests next week, so no vacation for me.
This all came down in a matter of 3 or 4 hours before we were to leave for New Orleans. I mean at 12:00 yesterday, I was packing my suitcase, and at 4:30 my husband and kids were pulling out of the driveway without me. For the record, he offered to cancel the entire trip, but I wouldn't let him. The kids would be so disappointed, and so would their grandma and great-grandma.
I guess what I need to do is get over myself, and do all the things I said I would do if I had a week without the husband and kids.