We kicked off our summer with a visit to see family, and we sure did things right. We lived it up with going to my favorite Hawaiian restaurant, a Girls' Night Out, a birthday party with an amazingly fun water slide, and a baby blessing at church with a family luncheon following.
Then, the kids got sick. Vomiting sick. It was no fun at all, and just when I thought things couldn't get any more interesting, my youngest christened the new car. He blew chunks all over the backseat and its occupants while we were driving to our last fun outing. Instead of visiting an amazing place, we got to scrub down in the public restroom at the nearest grocery store while my oldest son scooped chunks out of the carpet and did a mini-detailing using half a package of wet wipes.
To top it all off, the two youngest decided to yell at me for not taking them on the outing. I looked at them like they were crazy, informed them that I will not be treated badly for making sure they are taken care of, and decreed that we would be leaving for home as soon as possible. That did not stop the disrespect right away, but as soon as they realized I meant business by packing up the car and having them help, it sunk in that I wasn't taking any more garbage.
So, I drove through the night—even all night—to get home.
The song, "I Drove All Night" kept on making its way into my head as I was driving, so I will share it with you now for an added layer to this most adventurous slice of my life.
Then, the kids got sick. Vomiting sick. It was no fun at all, and just when I thought things couldn't get any more interesting, my youngest christened the new car. He blew chunks all over the backseat and its occupants while we were driving to our last fun outing. Instead of visiting an amazing place, we got to scrub down in the public restroom at the nearest grocery store while my oldest son scooped chunks out of the carpet and did a mini-detailing using half a package of wet wipes.
To top it all off, the two youngest decided to yell at me for not taking them on the outing. I looked at them like they were crazy, informed them that I will not be treated badly for making sure they are taken care of, and decreed that we would be leaving for home as soon as possible. That did not stop the disrespect right away, but as soon as they realized I meant business by packing up the car and having them help, it sunk in that I wasn't taking any more garbage.
So, I drove through the night—even all night—to get home.
The song, "I Drove All Night" kept on making its way into my head as I was driving, so I will share it with you now for an added layer to this most adventurous slice of my life.
OMG! What a night to remember in stories to come :) Summer's almost here, enjoy!
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