I had all sorts of plans for a great post (or maybe even two) for you this week, but all of that has fallen by the wayside for reasons I’ll share shortly.
Instead, let’s do a quick recap of the last weekend.
On Saturday, we took advantage of super cheap airfares to fly to Boston. It was the weekend between semesters, so the girls had a couple of extra days off.
Oh sure, Boston in January has the potential to be awful, but who can resist such a lure as this:
The trip north was mostly to see a cute niece (and her two older brothers, plus their parents) but also to *gulp* maybe look at a college or two. Of the schools we were interested in seeing, none were offering tours over the holiday weekend, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t do a walk through on our own.
Y’all, let me just say now — especially to those of you, who like us, hail from southern climes — Boston can be painfully cold in the winter. I mean, DUH, right? We wore warm coats, but we were simply not prepared for 16 degrees (F, not C). One of my girls has already straight up declared that she’s not going to school in Massachusetts.
(At this point, we are merely looking at schools right now, regardless of where they are located or how much they cost or how competitive their admissions are. Neither girl has a strong sense yet of what she’s looking for, so we’re just seeing what strikes a chord.)
(Apparently Massachusetts in January does not strike a chord with at least 50% — and possibly 100% — of our teens.)
So on Saturday, after we picked up our rental car and had lunch, we quick-stepped our way through one campus, then beat a hasty retreat to our relatives’ house.
Do you know what’s better than shivering on a cold college campus? Lots of things!
Reading with small cousins:
It was a great weekend and we’re definitely going back. (When it’s warmer.)
On Tuesday, we flew home.
Fifteen minutes after we walked in the door, I started throwing up. An hour after that, Pete was at the doctor’s office, testing positive for the flu.
We here in Jenworld are annoyingly healthy people. Other than a cold or two every year, we don’t get sick. So the odds that both adults would go down at once were slim, but the odds that we’d be ill with two different things were the kind of odds that entertainment establishments in Nevada are built around.
Luckily, the stomach virus is fast-acting. The flu, not so much. Pete’s still ill, while I’m more or less recovered. One girl is now upstairs sleeping off her vomit-fest and I expect the other one to go down for the count at any moment.
So that’s the latest here from Jenworld. Hopefully, by next week I’ll be able to have a conversation with folks that does not include talk about either vomit or fevers. Good times.