In case you haven’t yet received your postcard (*shakes fist at postal service*), you should know that I’m on vacation. I’m taking a vacation from myself.
No, that’s not true. I wish that was true.
I am taking a vacation from the children. I took them on a 30-hour train ride so my parents could “spend quality time with their granddaughters” in a cozy downtown setting, while I play on the internet. That was The Plan.
On the third day of my vacation, Sigourney decided it would be fun if we visited the Emergency Room, where she was diagnosed with bacterial pneumonia. That was a fun four hours, especially for my sick, little almost-two-year-old. I have never seen her this sick.
I have to wonder how she contracted bacterial pneumonia. It could be attributed to:
- Licking the train windows (they taste like bacon…so I have heard)
- Eating random things off the floor of the train
- Too much dairy (pretty sure too much dairy is the cause of All Bad Things)
Or we could just lump it into one big group called “bad mothering.”
Anyway, she is recovering and not sleeping and I am recovering from her recovering and not sleeping, and we’re all doing it together here in downtown Portland.