Vacation karma

I believe in Karma. Or some form of it. I'm not talking about traditional do-something-bad-you'll-get-it-worse-in-return Karma, but as in there must be a balance in all things. I think life is played out on a balance scale, with us experiencing the good and bad parts of our existence in fairly equal amounts. Too much good in your life and something bad is bound to happen - and vice-versa. Those good moments are when I particularly think of Karma. I'll be having a really great time, a string of highs, and then I'll remind myself of the reality "Oh no - something crappy is going to happen."

So was my last week. We went to San Diego for a family reunion with GJ's parents, siblings, spouses and nieces and nephews - and it was awesome. Biking, bodyboarding, snorkeling, Sea World, kayaking, paddle boarding, swimming, sightseeing. I wasn't surprised when, come Thursday night, Karma paid a little visit in the form of a nasty bug that left me with a colorfully painful swollen throat, congestion so bad I'm having a hard time hearing, a cough that makes Peanut jump and intense body chills. Sure, you could blame it on exhaustion from busy days and the fact that Peanut woke up at 6 a.m. nearly every morning and we didn't go to bed until midnight or later each night, but I know it's Karma. Life can't always be a beach, and Karma had to come and remind me of that.



It's been five days since the bug hit and I'm still feeling like hell. And my sister noted that I have all the symptoms of Swine Flu. But Peanut has been the most amazing, charming, sweet baby since we came home (KARMA!) - she's been so excited to see things like her books, crib, backyard, highchair and toys. She's a bit of a homebody.

...and this post is getting long and rambly and boring. It's probably because I haven't blogged for two weeks (KARMA!).