My darling friend G and her family were heard to my state this weekend for a conference her husband was attending. I jumped at the chance to spend some time with her dear family. Hotwire got us an awesome deal on a 5 star hotel exactly where they were staying. They spent Friday evening at my house and we left today.
Her husband left early this morning for the conference and my husband and I had a talk about the him staying home. I knew he would be terribly bored and I knew it would elevated my Orlando guilt in I let him stay home. So it was a win-win.
We left shortly before lunchtime and did a few errands in my town. I had a wicked headache the night before and it was coming back with a vengeance. In the one store I was sweaty and very dizzy. I thought I just had too many meds without lunch. Nope. I got one whiff of Wendy's and barfed.
I felt better and we hit the road. Bad idea. I lost my cookies about every 30 miles on our 120 mile journey. Ugh. It was bad!
I may have wished for death a few times during that ride, especially when I almost passed out and cracked my head on the curb so I sat down a puked down the front of me. But, I was not upset. I was with a friend who was willing to tell Dustin to shut his lips approximately 6542 times for me. Her youngest was playing with my littles appropriately. She drove my vehicle and endured my wrenching, albeit with the windows up so she didn't hear me too loudly.
I am feeling better and took her son and my 3 kids to dinner so that her and her husband could go to the conference dinner. They are all now swimming. The noise is atrocious, but I am smiling.
The trip has been perfect.