Vacation Drive Home Part Three
June 27, 2010
I left out the most important thing that I discourage while on long car trips.
And just like everything else in this parenting gig, they don’t pay attention anyway.
About five minutes after pulling out of Sonic and onto the highway Miles started crying his stomach hurt. I ignored him for about 3 minutes, which as it turns out was 3 minutes too long.
On the bright side, if there can be such a thing as a bright side when it involves vomit and the backseat of a car, the gas station I pulled into off the highway had a spigot on the building right where I parked.
I unloaded everything from the back of the van, including my neighbor’s duffle bag that wouldn’t fit into their car and ended up being right in the line of fire. I hosed everything off, including Miles.
While the childless drove by and looked over in horror. (Heather, consider this your birth control reminder)
And the fellow parents drove by and nodded sympathetically.
I stripped Miles down right there in the parking lot and redressed him.
To add to the horror my older children were experiencing, I washed off Miles’ seashell collection. With baby wipes and the spigot.
That, my friends, is love.