Hooray, we made it! The day started pretty early. At 4 a.m., the alarm went off and I thought…what have we done to ourselves? I was feeling much better after a day with the stomach flu. Not even sure what I packed, nor did I care at the time. Poppa and Julie showed up at to take us to the airport at 5- we’re so spoiled!
The plane ride went great, considering how afraid I was of Carter being a ratty lap child. I did notice Hannah looked sort of tired and grumpy. When we landed and we all stood up, she looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “Mommy, I feel sick”. Hmm…I guess we aren’t finished with the stomach flu. We had a two hour layover in Cleveland (Tate thought we were in Cleverland) where we sat down for lunch. Halfway through, Hannah and I were bolting through the airport from trash can to trash can looking for the closest bathroom. I’d like to post a complaint with airport architects about poor layout of facilities and did so silently in my head.
When we landed in South Bend, IN- our motorhome was supposed to be waiting for us in the parking lot. No Motorhome. Meanwhile, Dave was starting to look a bit, well, actually a lot, green. Oh, yes- it was his turn. Picture us, our ten bags, kids running around, trash cans getting knocked over and Dave laying in the middle of baggage claim, head on a bag trying to figure out where our ride was. Two hours later, the motorhome arrived and we were off.
An hour into it, Dave asks for a barf bag next to him. By the end of our 2 ½ hour drive (Dave says it was seven), he was leaning over the huge steering wheel of the motorhome moaning to himself silently. He was either too delirious or frightened to let me have a go at driving the 40 ft. motorhome. He actually related the experience to running a marathon and that it was certainly a new form of endurance training. We arrived at my brother Mike and his wife Lela’s, said hello, and then Dave was running for the bathroom.
We crawled into awesome accomadations (we got the whole basement to ourselves…did I mention spoiled?) at midnight and crashed.
The plane ride went great, considering how afraid I was of Carter being a ratty lap child. I did notice Hannah looked sort of tired and grumpy. When we landed and we all stood up, she looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “Mommy, I feel sick”. Hmm…I guess we aren’t finished with the stomach flu. We had a two hour layover in Cleveland (Tate thought we were in Cleverland) where we sat down for lunch. Halfway through, Hannah and I were bolting through the airport from trash can to trash can looking for the closest bathroom. I’d like to post a complaint with airport architects about poor layout of facilities and did so silently in my head.
When we landed in South Bend, IN- our motorhome was supposed to be waiting for us in the parking lot. No Motorhome. Meanwhile, Dave was starting to look a bit, well, actually a lot, green. Oh, yes- it was his turn. Picture us, our ten bags, kids running around, trash cans getting knocked over and Dave laying in the middle of baggage claim, head on a bag trying to figure out where our ride was. Two hours later, the motorhome arrived and we were off.
An hour into it, Dave asks for a barf bag next to him. By the end of our 2 ½ hour drive (Dave says it was seven), he was leaning over the huge steering wheel of the motorhome moaning to himself silently. He was either too delirious or frightened to let me have a go at driving the 40 ft. motorhome. He actually related the experience to running a marathon and that it was certainly a new form of endurance training. We arrived at my brother Mike and his wife Lela’s, said hello, and then Dave was running for the bathroom.
We crawled into awesome accomadations (we got the whole basement to ourselves…did I mention spoiled?) at midnight and crashed.
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