Everyone always seems shocked or amazed when I tell them that I'm taking the kids to England by myself. People seem to think it's a heck of a journey to do on my own. Normally, it's not so bad. Though this I time, I should have realized it was going to be tough when only after 2 hours on the road, Mini-Husband started telling me his tummy hurt.
The long version of this story is rather too painful for me to relive so I'll go with the synopsis. Suffice it to say, there is a rest stop on the A-71 towards Paris that will never smell the same again. Poor little man. We manged to make it to the parking lot, all four of us out of the car, and just into the entry by the toilets when Mini-Husband was sick. There we stood, me rubbing his back, holding Bubba Love on my hip, while The Princess hid behind the fake rubber tree plant next to the coffee machines.
After somehow managing to get Mini-Husband cleaned up (and the floor of the rest area as well thanks to a kind, kind staffer) we got back into the car and headed on our way. I could see from the rear-view mirror that Mini-Husband was succeeding in his interpretation of "A Whiter Shade of Pale." Could we make it through the next 5 hours?
The answer, my friends, was no.
Mini-Husband proceeded to be sick again in the car several times over the next few hours. By the time we reached the north side of Paris, his colour was still off but he seemed to have nothing left in his stomach to upset him. Blessedly, all three of the little people took a nap and I sat there wondering why on earth I had ever quit smoking.
When you reach the toll booth at Calais, it's only about 45 minutes to the port. I sighed with relief as we reached this little landmark. It wasn't far now till the boat and better still, Grandma and Granddad's.
As I pulled out of the toll booth, there was a strange little noise, that sounded like a combination of burping and crying. As I looked frantically at Mini-Husband in the rear-view mirror, I saw he was asleep. It was the nanosecond later that I realized the noise was coming from both The Princess and Bubba-Love. There sat my two littlest people strapped to their car seats, covered in sick.
Oh the joys of having to strip your children out of vomit covered clothes in the pull-out lane on a major highway when it's -2C outside! Not to mention that this time, both car seats had taken the hit so I had not only smelly clothes and children, but smelly seats as well. Lovely.
We whimpered our way to the boat and luckily managed to get an earlier crossing. The Princess was sick once more on the boat and Mini-Husband on arrival at Grandma and Granddad's. Bubba-Love started doing his rug impression yesterday but thank goodness wasn't sick again. I, myself, felt horrible yesterday and just sat watching snooker with Grandad all afternoon. Boy, I bet they were ever so glad to see us!!
When I spoke to Hubster, turns out he's been ill as well. He slept most of yesterday and is starting to feel "normal" today. That seems to be about the same for us. Now, I'm just hoping we haven't infected the grandparents.
The highlight has been Grandma's new washing machine. It's done a fabulous job of washing everything from the car seat covers to The Princess's shoes. Dirty yucky stuff in, clean smelling stuff comes out!
I'm also I'm looking for a car cleaning service to come and scrub down the car while we are here. I'm not sure I can face the return journey if our car still smells like our own personal Vomit Comet.
Holy cow, that wasn't fun!!
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Sounds like the car ride from Hell. I hope you are all feeling better.
I so hope you are all doing better. S has another cold, and M was sick yesterday morning though nothing like you had to deal with.
Ah parenthood...
After spending 5 weeks with the trials and tribulations of Chez Clark,,,,,,I have fallen out of my chair laughing so hard!! I realize this does not make you feel any better, but you have to find the bright spot, Dave could have been puking in the car also!! xoxoxoxox
Reminds me of when Craig puked all over himself and car and blanky while we stuck in traffic leaving Disney world. Just reminds me though. That wasn't nearly as bad as what you went through.
As Dave even said, "I'm so glad I wasn't there either!!!"
This hits too close to home to be funny to me. Katheen is over my shoulder laughing hysterically, but I am reminded of an afernooon in late December, 1988 when I was the sick one hauling around two toddlers in the middle of a wicked wind/rain/ice storm. Had to take Molly to the hosptial for Xrays--she'd swalloed several coins while Chris was watching her (Chuck was, where else, hunting). While she was on the Xray table, the electricty in the hospital went off and the generator took five minutes to kick in. I told myself that one day I would laugh about this. I'm still waiting.
I hope that day comes soon for you, Anna! I must admit, I'm giggling over here. But I think it's more out of the "I feel your pain" type humour. Thank goodness we've at least got that!
This is making me laugh so hard I had to make my Mom come read all these entries. Mom wants to tell you about the time when we were moving to Kansas from California. First thing in the morning, my sister said she wasn't feeling good, Mom thought breathing cold air would help so she told her to put her head out the window. Talk about a wind tunnel!! Everything came back in, even to the back seat!! Before wetones were invented! Mom sympathizes with you! xoxoxox
I can't even imagine all that vomit flying back into the car!!!! AGAGHAGHAAAA!!
Hug your mom for me. XOXO
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