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The last few months...

It's been months. The first part of my absence was down to my laptop being in for repairs and held by my insurance company until they decided if they were going to cover the damage or not. They had the laptop for a month and a half. I wanted to kill someone! In the end I got it back repaired, but it runs far too slow now and I've been putting off the inevitable - reformatting and starting with a clean machine again. The process is long and tedious, but I know sooner rather than later, I will have to do it.
The second part of my absence was down to 3 weeks spent in NJ visiting my family and friends (and a week of recovery time).
The trip was both wonderful and terrible (as all trips home turn out to be). The day we arrived, I came down with a high fever followed by the worst sore throat of my life. I ended up at the doctor finding out I had a bad case of strep throat. This was followed by my son coming down with it as well. Our first 7 days, we were stuck in my parents house and we saw no-one but my parents.
A week lost is heartbreaking when you only get three weeks a year to visit. The two weeks that followed were spent running around trying to make up for lost time. With the last few days of the trip ending the same way it started - being stuck in the house with my son who was sick with a high fever and throwing up. I'd love to tell you that he was fine for the flight, but I'd be lying. He started the day with no fever and appeared fine, but by the time we got on the plane that night, the fever came back and he threw up three times during the flight. I don't know who this was worse for - my little boy and us or the rest of the passengers. I can't imagine how badly the rest of the passengers must have wanted to get off the plane (just as badly as we did I'm sure)!
It was an over night flight. My son got about 3 hours sleep and my husband and I got none. The trip home is 15+ hours long from door to door. By the time we got home, we were up for 24 hours and it took a week to come out of the haze of exhaustion.
There you have it. I'm back now and hopefully, I'll be getting back to blogging on a regular basis.

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