can’t catch a {spring} break, but we can catch a bug
I try to blog more. But then get preoccupied with other important things like my job and laundry (my other job). And with some less important stuff. Last night, I spent 45 minutes watching baby ducks hatch via live feed from Graham’s kindergarten classroom. (It was mesmerizing. Or maybe the fumes from the paint job that wrapped yesterday were getting to me.) I have lots I want to share with the internet (like the ducks), but it seems like things should be in sequential order. And I am behind. It is much like my recurring nightmare of showing up for the final of a class I forgot (or chose not) to attend. No notes. No clue. No pants.
Please tell me some of you have had this dream.
While you are at it, please tell me how to tie that paragraph into a bunch of photos from spring break.
As I mentioned here, Wells fell victim to the stomach bug. The next day he was fine, and we decided to go forward with our road trip plans. We also decided to take a barf bucket because we are optimistic, not dumb.
We made it to Atlanta without incident and celebrated with some Shirley Temples at the hotel. You would think I would’ve learned my lesson with the grape juice.
We took the boys to see the Hawks play the Cavaliers. Or as Wells put it, to see Lebron.
It seemed like all was well until our middle of the night puker struck again. Shirley you knew that was coming.
The next morning, he rallied, and we hit Howell Mill Road and JCT Kitchen.
Graham said he can wear his shades inside because he is a hipster.
See those parmesan truffle fries? They were delicious. I ate every last one of mine and half of SK’s.
You know where this is going.
I haven’t been that sick since the great spring break of 2011. It was so bad the hotel sent the head of security to our room to check on me. I bet he regretted that a couple of days later.
By noon the next day, I pulled it together, and we visited the Georgia Aquarium and World of Coca Cola.
They said they were trying to not act crazy so we would give them more Coke. They are really bad actors.
The original plan was to spend a few days in Atlanta and then travel to Asheville to visit Mawmaw K. In the spirit of full disclosure, SK called and told her about our various ailments. In the spirit of self-preservation, she requested we keep our traveling gastro circus far away. Ninety-five year olds are extremely wise.
Since we had already taken the week off to spend with the boys, we decided to reroute to Lake Oconee. It was beautiful, and I am happy to report that no one threw up while we were there.
But, I like to stick with the theme so here’s a massive dump…
It didn’t go as planned, but it was a great week. And we could not ask for s’more.
“Shirley you knew that was coming.”
You are killling me! Killing me!
He he he
Yep, I’ve had that nightmare about the final exam for a class I haven’t attended. I’ve had it many times, actually. {Shudder}
You and Wells look way too cute for having stomach issues! I don’t look that good on my healthiest day!
I’m glad I’m not the only one! And thanks for the kind words.
you guys take the best trips! where did y’all stay at Lake Oconee? looks fabulous!
Reynolds Plantation… It was really fun. Lots of outdoor activities. They were renovating the pool while we were there but it should be ready by now.
At least you weren’t home when you did most of your puking. That way your germs were left behind in the hotel for some poor unsuspecting tourist, instead of recycling it amongst the family. Hey, sounds cold hearted, but we had that mess twice in one month and if I could have, I would have pressure washed my entire house with bleach.
I thought about that Rachel. I gave the room a good dose of Lysol before we checked out. I feel sorry for whoever had it next. 😉
You were right up the interstate from me at Reynolds! So gorgeous. And yes, I have that dream at least once a week…. but I’m in grad school right now, so it’s much more frightening and legit.
I was so glad when that stomach bug was over. I think it spread through the entire state.I lost four pounds and didn’t get my appetite back for a week. SK’s grandmother is indeed very wise.