After being on the road for seventeen days, we're finally home. It was supposed to be sixteen days. We were supposed to get home last night. Then, about 150 miles from home, Lea threw up. So we stopped, changed her clothes, got back on the road, and she threw up again. Assuming it was carsickness (we'd been on some bumpy roads), we decided to stop in Blacksburg and get a hotel. If Lea's motion sickness is anything like mine, I figured, she's not going to feel better unless she's out of the car for at least a few hours. This was at 10:30 pm, so our options were limited.
We stopped at the Super 8 and Brian drove the last 100 miles to Abingdon to bring the cats home (oh yeah, did I mention the cats were crying in their carriers during all of this?), unloaded the car, turned the heat up in the house, and turned right around to come back to Blacksburg.
Meanwhile...
It wasn't carsickness, but a nasty stomach bug. Poor little kid was vomiting about every half hour, until she was so tired she was sprawled face down on the hotel bed dry-heaving practically in her sleep. She kept looking at me when it happened-- like, "what is happening to me?" It was excruciating.
Anyway. She finally fell asleep at about 3:30 and we all slept fitfully off and on until about 8:30. Then we loaded up the car one last time and drove home. Happy New Year!
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I hope lil Lea is feeling better and you and Brian don't get sick, too.
Happy New Year!
Reminds me of when you were about four and dog-sick in Florida - puked all over the hotel room (poor maids - we used all the towels) and you slept with your head in my lap at a restaurant. You rallied at Disney World, though! Glad the munchkin is better.
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