One of the first things we did, as a family, since I became a SAHM was take a family vacation. Destination...Disneyland. Our plan was simple. We would wake up at 4:30am and be on the road by 5:00am. By the time the kids woke up around 9am, we would be more than halfway there. It was genius.
However, things don't always work out. Our son, Bryce, came into our room at 9:00am asking why we had not left yet. 9:00 am? Omigosh, we are four hours behind schedule! We threw our stuff in the car as fast as we could and headed out.
We were on the road in the middle of morning traffic, however, that was not going to ruin our vacation glee. Oh, did I mention a huge accident occured and it took 30 minutes just to go 2 miles? Still, the collision of all collisions could not squelch our excitement.
Our youngest son, Gavin, started coughing in the backseat. He had been battling a cold for two weeks and it seemed like he was getting better ("seemed" is the operative word). Unfortunately, he would not stop coughing. Growing more concerned, I turn around and helplessly watched my son throw up what looked like golf balls of cottage cheese. The look on Gavin's face was priceless as his eyes grew huge because his little mouth was not big enough to handle all of the vomit that was coming out. I immediately launched into the backseat to clean up this sour smelling mess. I did the best I could with the few resources that were available. We were forced to go back home, but don't forget, we were stuck in traffic so it wasn't as easy as make a U-turn and the house was around the corner. We were forced to wait...and wait.
If getting off to a late start and being stuck in traffic didn't kill the vibe, then pungent throw up sure did.
Needless to say, we finally made it to Anaheim, even if it was four hours behind schedule. Disneyland magically erases the horrible memories of getting there. We had a fantastic time...golf balls and all.
However, things don't always work out. Our son, Bryce, came into our room at 9:00am asking why we had not left yet. 9:00 am? Omigosh, we are four hours behind schedule! We threw our stuff in the car as fast as we could and headed out.
We were on the road in the middle of morning traffic, however, that was not going to ruin our vacation glee. Oh, did I mention a huge accident occured and it took 30 minutes just to go 2 miles? Still, the collision of all collisions could not squelch our excitement.
Our youngest son, Gavin, started coughing in the backseat. He had been battling a cold for two weeks and it seemed like he was getting better ("seemed" is the operative word). Unfortunately, he would not stop coughing. Growing more concerned, I turn around and helplessly watched my son throw up what looked like golf balls of cottage cheese. The look on Gavin's face was priceless as his eyes grew huge because his little mouth was not big enough to handle all of the vomit that was coming out. I immediately launched into the backseat to clean up this sour smelling mess. I did the best I could with the few resources that were available. We were forced to go back home, but don't forget, we were stuck in traffic so it wasn't as easy as make a U-turn and the house was around the corner. We were forced to wait...and wait.
If getting off to a late start and being stuck in traffic didn't kill the vibe, then pungent throw up sure did.
Needless to say, we finally made it to Anaheim, even if it was four hours behind schedule. Disneyland magically erases the horrible memories of getting there. We had a fantastic time...golf balls and all.
Oh...the memories!
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