Okay, so I am really not complaining at all. While I don't relish the way my trip to Biloxi turned out, you just have to laugh at what went down. Here is the time-line of events:
Wednesday 10:30am - the rugrat and I strike out for the coast
11:30am - some how I end up on I-85 outside of Montgomery because aforementioned rugrat is screaming so loudly that I am severely distracted
11:35am - I have mercy on said toddler and pull over to let her run around in a gas station. She thanks me by acting like a savage and pulling everything off the shelves. Ashamed, I lug her out to the car where I must administer discipline when she attacks me like a badger as I try to put her back in the car.
12:30pm - We stop for lunch in Greenville and toddler runs amok in empty restaurant for an hour.
2:00pm- Sound machine appears and toddler begins to snooze. Ahhh! Blessed silence.
2:30pm - Toddler is now awake and screaming from sheer exhaustion. We press on.
3:30pm - We reach Mobile where my parents reside and make the executive decision to stop and let savage run about.
4:30pm- Back in the car for the last leg to Biloxi.
5:30pm - With rugrat screaming "no, no, no!" in the backseat, I pull into the driveway of mother-in-law's home. YEAH!
Rest of the evening is actually enjoyable. Emory eats a good dinner, goes to bed with no argument and I get ready for a good, long visit.
Thursday 5:00am - I wake up slightly sick. Make a couple of trips to the bathroom and hope the worst is past.
6:00am- Drift back to sleep.
7:45am - Toddler's awake, so I'm up too.
9:00am - Nausea sets in and I am having to make conscious efforts not to get sick. Could I be pregnant? Possible, I guess.
1:00pm - Nausea subsides and I am thankful. I Put the toddler down for a nap and she is happy to comply.
3:00pm - Toddler awakens, screaming, with a 102.5 fever. Great!
4:00pm - Tylenol works, toddler is playing happily.
9:00pm - Getting ready for bed, not pregnant, Auntie Flow has decided that now is a good time for a visit.
9:30pm - Crawling into bed, praying that I am feeling even better tomorrow.
9:35pm - Toddler makes the wierdest sound on the monitor I've ever heard, but no crying. To check or not to check? Curiousity wins and I check. Toddler is lying in a pool of vomit. Glad I checked.
10:00pm- Toddler all cleaned up, sheets are changed, and rocking toddler back to sleep. Although I am prepared to sleep with her in the recliner, she keeps asking for her bed. Suits me. But I don't sleep well, listening for "that" sound again.
Friday 6:30am - Toddler awake with high fever again. Great!
8:00am - It has been a couple of days since our last poopy. Toddler now commences to try and is not at all successful. Much lying on the floor and crying.
8:30am - I run to the store for some glycerin suppositories. They always work!
9:00am- Administer suppository.
9:30am - Success!
10:00am- I am so nauseated that I can't stand up.
1:30pm - Toddler down for a nap. Now my body has begun to ache and fatigue has set in.
2:30pm - I check my temp, 100.5 (VERY rare for me). Great!
2:35pm - Toddler awake because yard men show up a week early.
7:00pm - After barely making it through the evening, I put subdued toddler to bed.
8:30pm - I go to bed. Many, many trips to bathroom during the night, almost not making it several times.
Saturday 7:00am - I call hubby, crying. I am sicker than I've been in a while and I'm at my mother-in-law's house. She is not physically able to help me and is unintentionally creating work for me by trying to do things with Emory that Emory can't do yet. I can't fathom another day of trying to care for her on my own. Surprisingly, yes, driving home with her strapped into a carseat looks like my best option for survival.
9:00am - We leave for home. The trip home is just as unpleasant as the trip down, but I am too sick to even care if she is screaming.
4:00pm - We arrive home sweet home. Ok, so I guess I did care that she was screaming and we stopped a couple of times, but I don't even remember what we did when we stopped. I did remember to feed the kid at 1:30pm.
So, you have to admit... that's pretty funny! You have to laugh to keep from crying... quite possibly the worst trip I've ever had.