So now I'm all antibiotic-ed up and waiting for relief to come. As a matter of fact, it seems to be getting worse. But again, I'm in complete denial because we leave TOMORROW for our road trip to Boston!
But before meeting my angel on the playground, I faked it for a day and chaperoned Holden's field trip to the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens (smooth move, riding a humid school bus with 24 five year olds, all the while unknowingly infecting them with Strep...).
A tree house made of fallen trees from Hurricane Sandy
Sniffing a cinnamon stick.
Manhandling tropical worms.
In a field of lilacs.
This is a different Botanical Garden than the one in the Bronx which I wrote about before. Just as gorgeous but not as big. Holden and I will definitely be bringing the rest of our family back there.
The same day, coming off my triumphant chaperoning experience, I decided I was also well enough to reschedule the cancelled dinner from the previous night with my good friend Stephanie from D.C. who was just in town for the two nights. We met at a beautiful roof top restaurant on a gorgeous night and although my voice was just about gone, we had a great time catching up and seeing each other.
I have paid for it ever since. I haven't had a voice at all for the last 2 days (that's why I haven't called yet, mom). But I'm on my second day of antibiotics and prescription-strength Motrin and heeding the doctor's advice to "take it easy". So wish me luck. I am going to Boston tomorrow, come hell or Strep throat.