When all does not go according to plan*

*I had my last post titled “When all goes according to plan” (because it really felt like that trip was doing just that) but I changed it at the last minute. If I hadn’t today’s title would have been so much catchier. 😉

We made it home Tuesday with no issues. Actually, the entirety of our trip did go according to plan. I was quite pleased. I realized once we got up there that I hadn’t adequately packed for cold weather, but luckily it wasn’t that cold so what I brought up worked just fine. This week the lows are supposed to be around 20, and we would have suffered if it had been that cold while we were there.

But we didn’t and it was all fine. Everything went according to plan. Except weirdly, that is didn’t…

Because then we got bone and tested our daughter, who’d been coughing all weekend, and sure enough, she had COVID.

Honestly, I hadn’t been worried about it at all. Her cough sounded like my cough. She otherwise felt fine. I never once worried she might have COVID. But she did. She had. The whole time. And we didn’t even know.

I’m honestly glad we didn’t know. And I can say that because we were so isolated all weekend – we didn’t even eat at In-n-Out either time. Besides a two minute dip into a gas station store we were never inside anywhere. Or at least she wasn’t. So we don’t have to feel bad about exposing anyone. And we got our fun family trip, without wondering the whole time if we were all going to catch it.

Of course now we’re wondering. My son and I tested negative this morning. Neither of us have any symptoms. My son went to school (with a mask on) and I ran errands and briefly saw my friend (whose has family members that are also testing positive right now). My husband started feeling bad today. We haven’t tested him yet because he hasn’t needed to go anywhere and tests are expensive. We’ll probably test him in the morning if he feels worse.

Honestly, the timing of this is pretty decent. I don’t have work so I am not stressed wondering every day if I’ll start to feel bad, or test positive. I don’t have to go to work each day wondering if I’ll be there the next day. That is so stressful. Hopefully by next Monday I’ll either have it or I won’t and I’ll feel sure about that. And yes it would suck to miss a week of work, and burn through all those sick days, but next week wouldn’t be an awful week to be out. I could make it work.

So we’ll wait and see. We spent so much time together in such close quarters that we aren’t isolating our daughter now. I guess we’ll see what happens. I spent one of the nights at the cabin sleeping between my children, during which time my daughter coughed all over me. If I’m going to get it, it should be relatively soon.

I have to admit, even with all the notices and close contact emails, I’m surprised we’re back here again. I know I shouldn’t be but I am. I’m just glad we don’t have to worry about giving it to anyone else.