Don't Hit Your Sister With Your Bag of Vomit

So, today's been great.

We had a 6:30 flight out this morning, which meant a 4:00 am wake-up call.  I am fine with regular morning ours, but middle-of-the-night type morning hours don't go over well with me.  I need my sleep to be tolerable, and in addition to my exceptionally early morning, I didn't sleep worth a darn because I was afraid of oversleeping.

But we didn't oversleep, and we made it onto the first leg of our flight with little drama.  Then we had an hour+ layover.  DH went in search of coffee.  And stayed gone FOREVER.  And they started boarding.  And I was frantically texting him to get back to our gate ASAP. He made it just in the nick of time, but now instead of just 3 kids and all their carry-ons, we had 3 kids plus drinks plus carry-ons.  It was fun!

We finally landed, and I was oh-so-happy to be oh-so-close to home. I called for the shuttle to our parked car.  They said it would be 10-20 minutes.  Sigh.  Shuttle finally showed up--and it was only a minivan--and another couple jumped in front of us and took the shuttle! I made my unhappiness very well known (see above about needing sleep to be tolerable).  And so we waited another 25 minutes in the rain and the cold for the shuttle to return.  In the meantime I called the shuttle place office to express my dissatisfaction and was rewarded with lame excuses and a "we don't really give a crap" attitude and the knowledge that there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.  We'll just chalk it up to a lesson learned--next time, just pay the extra $50 to park at the airport. My cheapness got the better of me.

Finally, finally we are back in our own vehicle, on the 40-mile ride home.  And then, from nowhere, TT projectile vomits from the back of the car.  She spewed everywhere--on herself and on both of her sisters. They start gagging and rolling down the windows in the freezing rain going 60 mph on the highway.  I am just heading into downtown Big City.  There is absolutely nowhere I can pull off, and even if I did, there would be nowhere with facilities to clean up with.  We start pulling dirty t-shirts from the suitcases for her to wipe herself off with, and DH finds a plastic grocery bag for her to continue retching into.

And then she sneezed, and there was both snot and vomit everywhere.

But it all seemed to make her feel better, and within minutes she was laughing and threatening her sister with her vomit bag.

We zoomed home, PS freaking out because she was supposed to go to a party this that was already starting and that she was already going to be late to, and she was now covered in vomit. But we did get her home, and herself and her sisters cleaned up, and most of the vomit wiped out of the car, and all of our coats now needing to go to the cleaners, and  a stack of  vomit-covered laundry in addition to the week's worth of laundry that we just brought home.

And I went to drop off PS and DH was going to pick up Bob from the kennel.  But then he called because his car wouldn't start.  We knew his battery life was almost up, and it got very cold here while we were gone--apparently even in the garage.  So I dropped off PS and went back for DH and we went and got Bob and returned him home, and then left again to get lunch and enough groceries to last a couple of days.

And the grocery store was a nightmare.  Literally no place to park.  I have never seen it so crazy--even on the day before Thanksgiving.  After making several circles (and I am not a parking lot circler, I need all the exercise I can get) I finally found a remote spot.  And then had to do battle through the aisles of the store, which seemed even worse than the parking lot.  My grand plan was to make a big pot of chili for dinner tonight, and apparently it was everyone else's plan, too, because it was nearly impossible to break through the crowd surrounding the canned tomatoes.

Finally, finally, back home.  But poor DH, had to leave again to pick up PS and go get a new car battery, because who knows what will be open tomorrow.

My plans for the evening, take a hot bath, put on my jammies, make my yummy pot of chili, finish Gone Girl (not my typical genre, but really good!) and chill until I crash, which I suspect will be long before midnight. I'm so happy to be back in my house with my bathtub and my bed!

Oh, and in case you're wondering, TT seems fine now.  I think it was motion sickness.

Oh, and I apologize for my last long, rambling post.  It was mostly so I would remember what we did when.  And it was done on my ipad, which was not cooperating with blogger, making editing nearly impossible (I can't scroll on my ipad--anyone else have this problem?)