I had grand plans for this weekend. A farewell to our Year Of Fun And Travel by taking one last trip to Atlantis.
So far it has been a comedy of errors involving us at a car rental agency at the time we were supposed to already be on our way, me making my predictable “I’m not going!” ultimatum, and now sitting poolside with a pissed off, feverish baby who thinks I’m trying to kill her with sips of slushie.
I would say that I don’t have time to tell you the whole story, but it looks like I actually have all day with nothing to do but keep this kid shaded and hydrated. Thank God for iPhones and wi-fi or this would really be a tragedy.
We were originally going to go last weekend, take the kids out of school for the day, arrive early and enjoy the park for an extra day. We had to change dates because friends had a conflict that weekend — not a problem. Except josh has had a conference this week so no leaving early. Oh well.
So I have everything ready to go, bags packed, car loaded, ready to roll as soon as josh finishes. Josh walks in the door and says, “let me just check the car paperwork before we go.” (since we’re traveling over the border into UAE.)
Guess what he discovered? Our registration and insurance expired this week. We can’t go unless we rent a car. Oh good grief.
Since I’m tired of typing on my phone I’ll get to the end. Car rented, long drive, I pretended I was elsewhere as I listened to my audiobook and threw snacks in the backseat . . . Amazing, we finally made it in one piece, and I go to get baby out of the car and she feels warm. Uh oh. I specifically brought the baby Motrin as my insurance policy against anyone getting sick.
No such luck this time. And now here I am, by the pool, pouring water over her whenever she dries off– in this heat it’s about every 5 minutes. At least she’s not throwing up. . . Yet.
