On Wednesday I got a negative PCR test and decided I was done worrying that I was going to get COVID. A negative PCR test six days after being exposed made me feel very confident that I had avoided infection.
That is the good news.
This morning my husband tested negative. He tested negative against this afternoon. I can’t really believe it. I was building a shed for my friend when he took the test. I squealed with joy when he FaceTimed me. I cried (hard) with relief when I hugged him later that day.
That is the better news.
I had the shed built by 1pm and then went for a run. The sun had finally come out (after a solid week of misty rain and highs of 59) and it felt so good to get out and stretch my legs after finishing the shed and getting the good news.
When I got home with the kids from camp, I immediately took apart the couch bed. I am so excited to sleep one night in my own bed before I’m gone for two weeks. I have not been sleeping well in the living room.
So now we’re definitely going. All of us. I packed myself and the kids earlier this week, but I’m not very confident that I packed us well. I guess we’ll see. I’m feeling more excited about the trip, but I’m definitely decompressing from this week. And I’m also pretty nervous to fly tomorrow. I’ve been hearing horror stories about flying this week and this week and I’m worried we’ll miss our connecting flight for some reason.
The family just watched Nimona, a Netflix adaptation of one of our favorite graphic novel that came out tonight (we liked it a lot) and my husband is doing dishes in the kitchen (Hallelujah!) I’m so excited to sleep in my bed tonight. Have I mentioned that? Because I am.
God bless. Great news!! Looking forward to hearing about your trip.
Happy vacation! So happy 4 all of your family.