We're getting geared up for the move back to Phoenix. Places to stay are being arranged, new homes being looked at, job websites being perused.
The home inspection and appraisal have been done. All that's left is the rest of the packing, and for MM, the drive down (over, actually) in an old truck filled with some personal belongings, two dogs, a motorcycle, and a hope that the old truck makes it that far.
So, everything is going according to plan. Up to and including BW waking up with an earache and me waking up with a sore throat. Because in our family, no insurance means getting sick. I woke up to BW whimpering in pain on our floor.
With earaches, I like to go the natural route - heating pads, drops, a little Tylenol for pain if it's really bad. Hopefully it won't be a big deal. As for the sore throat, it's not too bad, it could be one of those things that turns out to be nothing. It's not accompanied by any other symptoms, other than the little bit of coughing left over from last month's sickness.
I think Texas is just trying to give us one last little push - I swear we've never been sick as often as we have, or as seriously as we have, until we moved here.
We'll be taking it easy for the next few days, rallying our strength. We'll rent some movies, watch Gilligan's Island, and loaf around until we feel better. And, as always, we'll look at the bright side - being sick and/or taking care of a sick child means I won't have to help pack. See? There's always a silver lining.