The Windy City . . .

Yesterday I went to Chicago with about 100 5th graders. Dustin was not able to go to the class trip unless I accompanied him, for obvious reasons, so I signed up to be chaperone. I had Dustin and another boy to watch from the class. (Either the teacher thinks I'm great or she hates me because she gave me the kid that is worse than Dustin.)

What a day! We went to The Museum of Science and Industry, spent our lunch at Navy Pier, saw an Imax 3-D movie, and finally went to The Shedd Aquarium. We had a great time and Dustin was spectacular . . . that is until the ride home. Duing the ride he was cranky, not listening and super hyper, but I guess that was to be expected.

The only drawback to our day together was that I came down with a super-bad migraine during the Oceanarium dolphin show at Shedd's. It was one of those migraines that hits you like a ton of bricks. I spent most of our time at aquarium yacking. We got on the bus to head home and I took 2 tylenol with codeine and tried to snooze to no avail. In Chesterton we stopped for food and the teacher in charge announced that since we were running late we would get food and eat on the bus. ARGH! Any of you migraine sufferers? Food smells are *worst*. I forced myself to sleep and I got about 1 hour in.

All in all it was a good trip, puking and all. I was happy that I could share that with Dustin, he was terribly happy about the trip. We were about 4 minutes from the school, I was high as a kite on codeine and weak from puking and my dear sweet little Dustin says . . . "Hey mom! Do you remember when we went to Chicago?"