You didn't seriously think I could travel south without drama, did you? Tsk tsk tsk. Have we learned nothing from the sporadic posts that appear on this blog?
Per usual, a weekend away invites Murphy to play. He just loves to throw his law around all over my household.
The trip to Savannah was lovely. Although the weather was so uncharacteristically cold that every Georgian apologized for it, the sun did show up and I didn't truly need a jacket (although I would have enjoyed having one). I spent time with my fellow SpouseBuzz authors, the spouses at Ft. Stewart and spent a lovely afternoon on Sunday with my first mother-in-law.
I had the occasion to eat three really great meals at three completely different restaurants. May I say that sweet potato creme brulee may be, quite possibly, one of the best things I've ever tasted?
Even though I was super tired and the trip down was spent wedged in between two men on two separate planes, I managed.
On Saturday, before lying down for a much needed nap, I called home to check on things. My husband answered and it became apparent pretty quickly that he was experiencing some pretty intense pain of an unknown origin that had a quick onset. I told him to call our neighbor and go to the ER.
He did and that left me hanging as to what to do with my three children left home alone under the care of my almost 13-year-old. Of course, our neighbors (who are wonderfully awesome individuals) offered to have the kids come to their house and spend the night, but there was no polite way to tell them that they don't have an alarmed door for the youngest nor is she permitted to sleep in the same room as her sisters. You see the picture.
I pretty readily found a candidate for the job and soon learned that my husband was suffering from a kidney stone. Fast forward and you find my daughter holding down the fort, my friend's son providing comic relief to them and my husband drugged out of his gourd and finally passing the stupid stone early Monday morning when he woke up for work at 3 a.m.
The flights home from Savannah was amazing because I was booked for first class. I have never flown first class, but there are some super wonderful reasons to spend the extra money to do it. They deserve a post of their own, however, so I'll be working on that. It's quite possible everyone else already knows these things, but they were a wonderment to me.
I opened my e-mail Monday to find a message from Amazon telling me my card I use for purchases with them had somehow been compromised. Apparently, their system had flagged a suspicious account which had been newly created & using my credit card, but that was not associated with me. Terrific. My very favorite card because of the totally memorized number would need to be canceled and shredded. Bummer.
Now, I'm obsessively checking my online banking to be sure that I caught the damn thing in time and that someone isn't going to empty my account. This also means that things I can't possibly remember that are associated with this card number for payments, auto withdrawals, etc. need to be changed. I've remembered as much as I can and after that, they will just have to contact me letting me know authorization was declined. Boo!