Where do I even begin? How about at 5:30 this morning, when our alarm went off... (yes this was after New Year's Eve, so you already know it is going to be bad).
We only snoozed the alarm once, which was pretty good if you ask me. Brian started his shower first, I found myself wanting to just crawl under the bed so no one could find me. After I finally got in the shower, I started to feel a little better (not much because I am still fighting a stomach bug since Monday). We made it to the airport by 7:00am, plenty of time to check in and settle down for an 8:55 flight, keep thinking it will get better right? While Brian was trying to check the luggage, I was frantically searching all of my bags for my ids, thought for sure we were going to need to call the Guise's to go home and bring it back to me. Still more to come: The airlines screwed up Brian's frequent flyer stuff, so we had to walk between Continental and Northwest to try and get it fixed, did I mention we had to find a bathroom along the way?
After Brian just giving in and deciding to deal with it afterwards, we checked our bags and started to walk through security. (Thank goodness, no delays there). However, after we told the boys we would get hot chocolate closer to the gate, Brandon stops in the middle of the concourse and cries wanting someone to carry him, buy him hot chocolate or pull his bag? Who really knew what he wanted. Brian always the more patient one with the boys, tries to help him out. I am just in search of another bathroom before we get to the gate (which is at the VERY END of the concourse). Finally get there and Brian gets hot chocolate for the boys, only to have the water and the hot chocolate get spilt within ten minutes of each other.
We board the plane to find me frantically searching again...This time for my cell phone. (YES, we have not even left Cleveland yet). I speak with the Flight Attendant who calls up ahead and tells me to try and make my way off the plane. We are at the back of the plane and she wants me to walk through everyone climbing on board, yeah not making many friends this time. I do make it to the front of the plane and another flight attendant has managed to find my phone in the waiting area. Thank goodness, once again. (although I would not have minded a new phone, just not the way I would like to get it).
After we take off, we thought we could relax and let the pilots do all the work. Well, Brandon needs to go to the bathroom (no problem, I can do that). Logan tells Brian he needs to go to the bathroom (OK go with Mommy). I turn to watch Logan walk up behind me (I'm gonna be sick). OK hold on a sec, nope not gonna make it, (Lady should have moved). Logan got sick right in the middle of the plane, not really concerned about that right now, he is about to get sick again. Make it to the back of the plane to get a big plastic bag, I try holding it open for him as I am trying to fight off getting sick right alongside of him. Wouldn't that have been a scene? Brian makes it back and I try to get back to Brandon, oops, yeah we forgot he still needed to go to the bathroom. Thank goodness, he has a strong bladder. I get him in the bathroom and then I try cleaning up the aisle way (poor people sitting right there, really sorry, fortunately most of them were sleeping, at least they were in the beginning).
So we think there is nothing left in his stomach, yeah it is amazing what stays in a little boy's stomach. Won't go into many more details, because well that is sick, but let's just say we probably could have taken stock in the little barf bags they have on the plane. We had to ask for more about three times.
We get off the plane, get our bags, get to the car and get to Taco Bell for lunch. We were really thinking we would make it home without any more incidents. This story would just not be very good if it ended here. We had to go to Taco Bell, because the McDonald's we were heading to was no longer there, again our problem came from Brandon, not happy when he doesn't get what he wants, when he wants it. We order our food and sit down, then I practically push Brandon out of the seat to get to the bathroom again. Come back to watch Logan eat very quickly and yep, gets sick AGAIN! I am really over this whole day, but we are not even home yet, actually it is not even 1:00pm yet (darn extra three hours with the time change). We decided he needs to just be done eating and we head to the ferry. I believe the boys were fine on the ferry, I spent most of it in the bathroom.
Get off the ferry to drive home and Logan is asking for some water. I am frantically (yes, frantically) searching for my water bottle. Brian hands me another bag to give to Logan and we keep asking if he is going to be sick (really, we should be smarter than this). Brian is asking if he should pull over, I can't get the yes out of my mouth fast enough. Logan only gets half in the bag and the rest all over himself and my BRAND NEW CAR!!! Yes it is less than a week old for me (since we were gone for two weeks). Guess it doesn't have that nice smell anymore. We finally made it home, Logan has had a little bit of Coke to help settle his stomach, we are hoping it will work. We had another Christmas, I will save those joyous moments for the next blog. Would hate to have this one end on a positive note.
For those of you who have finished reading this to the end, please remember how my 2009 started and help make the rest of the year much better.
Happy New Year!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
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