My dear mother-in-law has been planning for months on end a surprise birthday weekend for my father-in-law’s 60th birthday party. The plan was our family and Tim’s brother’s family would meet them down in Destin, Florida for a weekend together as well as a deep sea fishing trip for the guys. Tim and I had discussed back and forth the pros and cons of flying versus driving there. Of course, cost was the huge factor. For such a short amount of time, a round trip of 28 hours in 4 days, seemed less than pleasurable. Call us wimps, but being in the car that long with a 6 and a 4 year old sounded like some extreme form of torture. So we sucked it up and broke the bank and decided to fly. It was Kayla’s first time on an airplane. (Note: My last smile of the weekend)
The day before we were about to leave Isaac came down with a cold. Isaac isn’t one to let that get him down so we jus rolled with it. But he actually had to miss school on Wednesday because of it and we left that night for the airport. We arrived in Pensacola late Wednesday night and stayed in a Holiday Inn Express. (view from our window)
The next morning arrived and I felt terrible. It looks like the cold Isaac had was now passed onto me. So Tim got up with the kids and went to beach searching for shells and also went swimming in the hotel pool while I rested. Here is my kids first time seeing the ocean.
We then met up with the rest of the family at the condo in Destin. I was so sad because I finally got to meet my nephew who is now 9 months old, and because I was sick, I couldn’t cuddle him or kiss his chubby cheeks.
So that night I went to bed early hoping rest would help the situation and I had the chills all night. I would sweat through all my clothes and then be so cold no amount of clothes in the entire universe would make me warm. It went back and forth between those extremes all night. Pretty much the next three days looked exactly like that. I got out of the condo I think twice. I don’t know if I had a flu and cold combo or just the worst strand of cold virus there is but – HOOOOLY COW – it is a doozy. Headache, chills, body aches, cough, running nose, and upset stomach. Even the shower water hurt my skin when it touched me. So I spent the next three days holed up in the condo bedroom sleeping, sweating, freezing, snotting and watching Lifetime Movies feeling sorry for myself.
Then the day before we were going to fly home Kayla said she had a headache. Oh no! If anyone in the family we don’t want sick it is her. She is not the greatest patient. So the rest of the family went off to the alligator farm and Kayla and I stayed back. She was screaming bloody murder for about a half hour (while I am incessantly texting my hubby to come rescue me) when all of the sudden she covers me in barf from head to toe. Sweet mother of mercy! I clean off all my barfy clothes and put her in the bath – immediately she clonks out.
So after a brief pity party of tears and more snot my hubby comes home. Poor guy he doesn’t know what to do with an emotional wife with snot covering her face blubbering about how miserable she is, how she hates Florida, the condo, the bed, and everything in the room. Yes, I was slightly dramatic in that moment.
Kayla woke up feeling fine but the same exact thing happened the next day. Calgon take me away!
On the last day I felt about 20% better, which I was grateful for. I think it must have been the excitement of my own bed because today I feel like crap again. Oh and did I mention that our plane was delayed on our way home because the plane had a crack in the windshield? Yep so we didn’t get to bed until after 1 a.m.
Well that will go down in the Farrant history books as my worst vacation ever. Here is all the fun that I missed.
Now I know you all have a story that probably rivals this one. I would love for you to cheer me up with your crazy terrible vacation stories in the comments below.
Excuse me while I go cough up a lung and blow my nose.