Weâ€™re finally back from â€˜vacation,â€™ which I put in quotations because Ruthie woke up between 5:00 and 6:00 am every morning and I did about 25 loads of laundry due to all the puking on me, on couches, on blankets, in beds, and on rugs.
While spending time with family we havenâ€™t seen in two years was fun, I have to say this was probably the most stressful trip Iâ€™ve ever taken.
And Iâ€™ve spent three months in the jungle before, so thatâ€™s saying a lot.
I thought about writing a list of all the horrific things that happened while we were gone, but I couldnâ€™t figure out a way to make it work and not sound like I was complaining. We really did have a good time despite the stress, and the weather was sunny and in the 80â€™s.
The only reason I would describe the litany of events is simply so you will take me seriously when I say IT WAS A REALLY STRESSFUL TRIP, and not just write me off as a whiney mom. But even if I did describe everything to you, I really donâ€™t think you would believe me. I think you would probably assume I was exaggerating for drama, but I assure you that last week needed no extra drama inserted.
I will say this, though: the trip ended in style as Thomas barfed all over me on the airplane, and as his puke oozed down my neck and into the cleavage of my womanhood, and soaked into the hair on the nape of my neck, Bryan and I had nothing left in us but laughter for the absurdity of such an act.
God bless flight attendants, every last one of you.
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so sorry you had such a stressful vacation! Hope you can rest for a while at home and have a nice long shower or two…or three…wish I could help you de-stress!