Happy (sort of) Thanksgiving
I say sort of because here is the story of only SOME of our Thanksgiving vacation:
I was not home almost all day Monday and Tuesday so I missed a lot of good time to be home doing laundry and packing. It was crammed into Tuesday night and I was busting my butt to get it all done. Shortly before what would have been bedtime for Sophia on Tuesday night, she throws up. She continues to throw up off and on for a little over an hour. It was almost impossible to get any more packing done due to getting in a warm bath with her and snuggling and comforting her on the couch. We know nothing is seriously making her sick because we can see it is the mucus she has been swallowing over the last several days due to an oncoming cold. She stops barfing, I finish packing, and we all go to bed! However, we bring a barf bucket in the car with us just in case.
We drive out Wednesday morning, the car drive was not as bad as we thought, albeit long, but not too bad. Thank goodness! We get there in one piece and wait for my other sisters to arrive. We get news they are delayed because my oldest sister starting throwing up in the car. I must also mention at this time that BJ and I started this trip with head colds. I had already been suffering from one for 3 weeks and had already been through an entire round of amoxicillin that did not work. By Wednesday night I was losing my voice and had a sore throat.
Thursday morning.....turkey day! We wake up to find out Jennifer and her daughter Gwennie were up most of the night barfing. I have also totally lost my voice and can barely talk. When I do try and talk I feel strained and it causes a minor headache. Luckily there was no more puking (from anyone) and BJ and I just suffered through the day blowing our noses constantly.
Friday......BJ and I are still miserable with colds and my voice is no better. Saturday.......the same. Sunday......we begin driving home and my voice is slowly getting better which leads me to believe the climate (and maybe elevation) had a lot to do with it. However, the longer we are in the car the girls get crankier and crankier. On the home stretch Granny starts throwing up (thank goodness for the afore mentioned packed barf bucket). We had previously been stuck in horrible traffic which delayed us a whole hour or more, which means more torture of the girls being in the car. We reach a point where it is the last hour/hour and a half and the girls are hungry, wet (diapers), tired and Phoebe can almost not be kept happy. Granny is suffering in the front seat barfing off and on. BJ is, of course, rushing to get home and is speeding. The icing on the cake is we get pulled over. The cop asks "Sir, do you know why I pulled you over?" and I am totally thinking "I am in hell! You sit in this car and tell me YOU wouldn't speed jerkface!!" BJ and my mom explain the situation and I call out from the center seat that I have 2 toddlers in the back and he lets us go with a warning. Thank heavens for small blessings.
We get home and leave Granny trying to barf again in the front seat. I rush 2 little girls into a bath and step away to try and get a few things out of the car. By now Granny was out of the car barfing on the front lawn. I run back inside to find Sophia naked in the hallway telling me she pooped. I find Phoebe sitting in poopy bath water so I grab her out, scoop out what I can with a cup, give up on the idea of cleaning it right then to refill the tub, and rush the naked, wet girls to our bath. By now my dad and BJ are just dumping what they can from the car (to rush my poor mom home) into my front entryway and living room which created quite the mess. I wisely choose to ignore it, get the girls dressed, fed and in bed! Whew! What a day and what a night! I only have one request out of all this.......please! please! please! Christmas be kinder to our family!
Happy Thanksgiving everyone and the happier parts of our trip are to come!
I was not home almost all day Monday and Tuesday so I missed a lot of good time to be home doing laundry and packing. It was crammed into Tuesday night and I was busting my butt to get it all done. Shortly before what would have been bedtime for Sophia on Tuesday night, she throws up. She continues to throw up off and on for a little over an hour. It was almost impossible to get any more packing done due to getting in a warm bath with her and snuggling and comforting her on the couch. We know nothing is seriously making her sick because we can see it is the mucus she has been swallowing over the last several days due to an oncoming cold. She stops barfing, I finish packing, and we all go to bed! However, we bring a barf bucket in the car with us just in case.
We drive out Wednesday morning, the car drive was not as bad as we thought, albeit long, but not too bad. Thank goodness! We get there in one piece and wait for my other sisters to arrive. We get news they are delayed because my oldest sister starting throwing up in the car. I must also mention at this time that BJ and I started this trip with head colds. I had already been suffering from one for 3 weeks and had already been through an entire round of amoxicillin that did not work. By Wednesday night I was losing my voice and had a sore throat.
Thursday morning.....turkey day! We wake up to find out Jennifer and her daughter Gwennie were up most of the night barfing. I have also totally lost my voice and can barely talk. When I do try and talk I feel strained and it causes a minor headache. Luckily there was no more puking (from anyone) and BJ and I just suffered through the day blowing our noses constantly.
Friday......BJ and I are still miserable with colds and my voice is no better. Saturday.......the same. Sunday......we begin driving home and my voice is slowly getting better which leads me to believe the climate (and maybe elevation) had a lot to do with it. However, the longer we are in the car the girls get crankier and crankier. On the home stretch Granny starts throwing up (thank goodness for the afore mentioned packed barf bucket). We had previously been stuck in horrible traffic which delayed us a whole hour or more, which means more torture of the girls being in the car. We reach a point where it is the last hour/hour and a half and the girls are hungry, wet (diapers), tired and Phoebe can almost not be kept happy. Granny is suffering in the front seat barfing off and on. BJ is, of course, rushing to get home and is speeding. The icing on the cake is we get pulled over. The cop asks "Sir, do you know why I pulled you over?" and I am totally thinking "I am in hell! You sit in this car and tell me YOU wouldn't speed jerkface!!" BJ and my mom explain the situation and I call out from the center seat that I have 2 toddlers in the back and he lets us go with a warning. Thank heavens for small blessings.
We get home and leave Granny trying to barf again in the front seat. I rush 2 little girls into a bath and step away to try and get a few things out of the car. By now Granny was out of the car barfing on the front lawn. I run back inside to find Sophia naked in the hallway telling me she pooped. I find Phoebe sitting in poopy bath water so I grab her out, scoop out what I can with a cup, give up on the idea of cleaning it right then to refill the tub, and rush the naked, wet girls to our bath. By now my dad and BJ are just dumping what they can from the car (to rush my poor mom home) into my front entryway and living room which created quite the mess. I wisely choose to ignore it, get the girls dressed, fed and in bed! Whew! What a day and what a night! I only have one request out of all this.......please! please! please! Christmas be kinder to our family!
Happy Thanksgiving everyone and the happier parts of our trip are to come!
Holy cow, sounds like a nightmare. I'm glad you survived. At least you don't have to travel for Christmas this year. :) I hope you all get feeling better soon!!!!
ReplyDeleteRemember, it's not all the "uneventful," "nice" Thanksgivings you'll remember. You'll be regaling everyone who will listen about this one for years to come. That's what memories are made of, the rare event that makes you appreciate the "normal". Love you and glad it's just a "story" for me. :D
ReplyDeleteOh Girl! That is horrible! I cannot believe what you have been through! You need a vacation from the vacation! I will pray that Christmas is kinder to you all! ;) Hope everyone is better soon! ;)
ReplyDeleteThat's sounds wretched. Barfing and cars should never go together. I remember a 14 hour trip that Yoroko started by barfing all over herself, the seat in front of her, her chair and pretty much every other surface in the car. We were about an hour into it. We had to go on, because if we'd gone home we would have stayed home. We couldn't even roll down the windows to alleviate the smell because it was -10 degrees F. Somehow the trip turned out well in the end. Hope Christmas is better for you
ReplyDeleteSpencer, your comment totally made me laugh! Was that on a trip coming out to see us? Luckily my nose was still stuffed up some so I couldn't smell TOO much......and we were able to crack the windows some.
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