Talk about a journey . . .
We began our trek on Saturday, stopping in Phoenix to visit with friends.
At California Pizza Kitchen, where we had just ordered dinner and wine, my four year old threw up . . . followed by my almost two year old throwing up . . . all over the floor, the bathroom, and the outside waiting area.
And the hotel. And the bed. And our clothes, a few times. They threw up from 7PM until 2 AM, over and over again. A sip of water, they threw it up. A bite of cracker, they threw it up.
Our first day on the road resulted in a lot of throwing up.
With little sleep, we tackled the second day only because the girls did not throw up their breakfast and did not have a fever. When you have only a few days to get across the country you use them as you can.
The little one threw up; the big one ended up with a fever that night.
The little one has now thrown up everyday but today-our one day where we are staying an entire day in one town for a ‘break.’ Now we are wondering if the baby is carsick. Perhaps she started with the flu (which, by the way, the older one has finally beaten), but now we are wondering if all of the driving is upsetting her stomach.
It has been a journey! We are enjoying some time in beautiful San Antonio.
Last night we stayed up a bit too late, as did our four year old. We were excited about the election and felt that she should take part in that excitement. All along she has known who I support and why, and we have talked about a myriad of issues related to this election. I feel it is important that she grow up with an understanding of how the world works, and while I don’t want to sway her, I do want her to be informed.
So, with little sleep and two kids recovering from something wrong in their stomach, we press on. We’ve seen mountains and deserts, cacti and farmlands.
We met some wonderful people in Kerrville, Texas, a beautiful little town west of San Antonio where the young one left her mark, literally. In the bathroom and in the waiting area of the store. They were so kind and directed us to a free clinic in town in case we needed a doctor.
We hung out for a few minutes in Phoenix, where I visited with an old friend that I haven’t seen in six years. Here we saw people working and families out getting ice cream. We talked to my friend, whose husband, whom had worked in the construction field for many years, has lost a lot of work. They have struggled to sell their home for a few years but have finally taken it off of the market.