I am on Week 2 of my battle with the plague. I started to feel better so stopped taking my antibiotics.
Because evidently I thought having a relapse and revisiting my nightmare was better than taking a tiny pill two times a day.
I still feel terribly guilty that I missed the backpacking trip, especially due to all the hard work I put into it. Leading up to the trek was a whirlwind of meetings, packing, a practice hike, shopping, food prep and more meetings. Our fellow adult leaders–Joe and Jeanette–are pillars of the community and were saviors for my sanity as we finalized the last-minute details. As the parents of 10 amazing children, they know organization…and kids.
They just evidently don’t know what causes them. 
Jamie was absolutely swamped at work so I did most of the preparations. We had planned to drive up to Frisco for a popular BBQ competition the weekend prior to the trek but determined we just wouldn’t have time to do it.
Or so I thought until Jamie approached me.
“Amber, I was thinking about heading up to Frisco for the competition.”
“Errrr, Jamie? We are doing a practice run for setting up the tents, distributing the food and helping them pack their backpacks on Saturday.”
“So?”
“SO, DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!”
“What? Why not?”
“We have so much to do! And have you noticed that Joe has been Jeanette’s right-hand man throughout this entire process and has continuously stepped in to help her while you have done NOTHING?”
“There, there, Amber. That’s because Jeanette is only half the woman you are.”
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