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by | Jun 3, 2021

I started blogging a long time ago, and have used various platforms through the years.  As I have migrated from one place to the next, I’ve tried to take my old posts with me.  However, in the process, many of the links were lost and almost all of the pictures that were embedded.  So I’ve begun the work of trying to match my photos to the posts, but since that will take a while, I’m going to put the text from the old posts here and move the old entries out as they have been updated.


Orignally Posted 4/1/2010

You’ve heard of the vacation. You’ve heard of the “stay-cation”.  Allow me to introduce you to the (drum roll please) …”SICK-cation”!!!

Phase One: pack up everything in your home for a week at the grandparents. Send the boys outside to burn off excess energy prior to the normally 5.5 hour drive.

Five minutes later, put all 3 boys in time-out for attempting to kill each other with plastic lightsabers.  Start final walk-through of house when husband yells that Matthew just threw up. During race downstairs to help, begin calculating time already invested in packing the car.

After some Sprite, Matthew feels fine, so we officially label it an “anamoly”.  After 7.5 hours driving through HEAVY traffic, finally arrive at grandparents and have a late dinner.   Matthew looks and acts fine, so we smugly agree it was good we came on.

Phase Two: awaken at 5:30am (along with everyone else in the house) to the unmistakable sound of husband throwing up in the bathroom. Begin to question anamoly theory. Spend day juggling boys, Lysol and Ginger Ale while trying not to think about the horrendous sounds coming from the bathroom. Begin formulating new theory: food poisoning. Yeah, yeah!  That’s it!

By Sunday evening, the worst is over for Brad and no one else is sick. Spend Monday trying to forget Sunday. By Monday evening, I’m feeling bad but have a new theory: PMS. Yeah, yeah, that’s it!

Phase Three: wake up Tuesday morning sick as a dog. Find myself remembering fondly last episode of PMS. By Tuesday night, worst is over.  Everyone now has to accept the fact that we do, indeed, have a stomach virus.

 Spend Wednesday recovering, then head home Thursday, leaving Mom & Dad to clean up the mess.

(Sorry Mom and Dad.)

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