Hello lovelies! I hope you all had a wonderful weekend. Mine was spent driving across the country.
Ahhhh…..I love coming home.
Our trip to Georgia was wonderful. Grace got to work on filming with her friends and I got to visit people that I adore. Win/win.
Sadly, we picked up a bug somewhere (I am convinced we got it at the Georgia Aquarium) and the trip was a bit rough on Levi. He was the sickest and it was hard to drag him around when he really didn’t feel well. But we managed OK and will have some great memories. It’s the unexpected problems that make a trip memorable, right?
I was feeling fine until the last night. We drove from Tennessee to Texas on Saturday and I started feeling the rumblings in Little Rock, Arkansas. I wanted to just skip the hotel and drive all the way home, but I couldn’t do it. My stomach was making all of the decisions.
Now, usually I am pretty patient with the kids. But there are those times when I just can’t be nice. Saturday night was one of those times. It was 1:30 in the morning; I’d been driving for 13 hours; I had been desperately trying to stay awake at the wheel…slapping myself and plucking hairs out of my head for the last half hour while everyone else slept; I felt like I was going to be sick any second and pulled into the first hotel I saw. I went in, paid for a room, came back out to the car and all I wanted was for them to follow a simple request. “Carry this and follow me.” But of course, they are children and they veer from the instructions and for the first time all week I was going to blow my top. I just said, “No one speak, just do exactly what I say. Carry this and FOLLOW ME!”
Don’t you hate it when you know you are hurting your child’s feelings, but you can’t seem to get control of yourself? It happens to the best of us, my friends.
I told them I was feeling bad and I was sorry for being impatient, but this was a time they just needed to just do what I say and nothing more.
We made it to the room, got everyone settled into slumber just in time for my stomach to take over. I spent the rest of the night in the bathroom.
I did manage to drive the last four hours home on Sunday. I pulled into the driveway and rolled into bed while everyone else hugged and told their stories of the week.
This morning I am feeling better. I’m so glad to be home with my family and out of the car that the illness doesn’t even matter. I will be in my pajamas today taking it easy and letting someone else do the driving for a while.
The only thing better than the excitement of leaving for vacation is the thrill of being home again.