Well, what a holiday. We had big plans to visit Tyler's family who live in central IL. Tyler worked for weeks custom installing a DVD player in the big van in anticipation for the trip. We loaded up Wednesday with the excitement of what will most likely be our last trip for awhile.
Well, all is fine and dandy and we made it there in 9 hours. We had a comfy place to stay and the food and Thanksgiving meal were excellent. It was cold, but felt very holiday-like. The kids were having a blast shooting guns and pestering their 2 teen-aged cousins. There were little presents hidden all around the house for the kids to find and that was really fun. I was still recovering from a terrible cold and got lots of rest while Wyb napped. It was great, until Friday morning.
We thought we'd take the kids to this Swedish village that was having all sorts of Christmas festivities. We got out of the car, went into one cute shop, walked out and Wyb threw up ALL OVER Tyler. He was covered. Thank goodness we were no longer in the cute, crowded, tiny store.
We quickly headed back, packed up all our stuff and hastily said good-bye. My thinking was if we all get this, I'd much rather be at my own home. Wyatt threw up 2 more times in the car, but we made it.Then I got sick and it was bad. And Will got sick and it was bad. Then Tyler got sick and it was bad. Elle just caught my cold, and Maddie seemed to escape it all. Somehow we managed through the weekend and everyone seems better--well enough that all kids went to school and Tyler went to work. We are all rather exhausted though.
So now I have LOTS of laundry and sanitizing and a whole mess of a house since no one could really move all weekend. And hopefully, we are done with illness for the year. For the record, I don't like being sick and pregnant. It's just unfair.