Back on board.

@postaday 183; #postaday2011.

I’m back at work, back on board the Mothership, in my cube. Screened a few voice mails. I had been keeping up with emails while on vacation. I’m still a little wobbly. Mentally rested. Looking to be sure nothing falls between the cracks.

I had not had a vacation in five years. We had been on the Super Ferry for a day. We went to the Big Island and to Maui for a couple of weekends. But we had not taken a real trip where we packed so much into such a short time. There was very little down time while on the Mainland. New York City, the Jersey Shore, Washington, D.C., Philadelphia, family and friends, restaurants and take out. So glad it’s over. I knew I would be.

Two complaints, although I know no one ever wants to read a blog fraught with kvetching. Our hotel suite with the Marriott TownePlace Suites in Mount Laurel had three smoke detectors or fire alarms hardwired to the ceiling. For our last four evenings they would go off for no apparent reason. One night the girls were sleeping over at their cousins’ house, and we got moved to the last vacant room on the property. The management yanked the alarms out of the ceiling to quiet them. We get a call in the other hotel room early the next morning to go back to that room so they could clean the one we had slept in and get it ready for another guest. What they did was reinstall the detectors, but I seriously don’t think they bothered to determine why they were going off in the first place. Something funky about that suite. And it’s irresponsible for the operators to have put us back into it. At 3:30 on the morning we were to depart, they went off again. We got our things and left for the airport. What would  you do?

The other challenge was that Kid1 had a perforated eardrum, and we had to take her to a doctor. Since I follow @VirtuaHealth on Twitter, and because my sister-in-law recommended it, we took her to their brand new Children’s Emergency Room in Vorhees, N.J. After a really trying flight home, she’s now on the mend. And what can you say about an organization that sends a card to a patient a few days later to let her know they care about her? Nice touch!

John and I have decided it will be a long time before we go out to eat again. We really missed the home cooked meals and I know he missed washing the dishes! We returned to Honolulu late last Tuesday after being up nearly 26 hours. It’s taken me a while to adjust back to Hawaiian Standard Time. We got a few workouts in since then and things are just about back to normal. Almost.

By lavagal

Hawaii Kai wife and mom. Melanoma Stage 3a Cancer survivor. English Language Arts teacher, English Learners Coordinator, and Paraprofessional Tutor. Super sub teacher. Dormant triathlete. Road cyclist and Masters swimmer. Gardener. Mrs. Fixit. Random dancer. Music Curator. A teenager trapped in an aging body. Did you know 60 is the new 40? It is.

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