Okay, I go away for for a few days... and now I owe myself eleven blog posts! It would have been twelve, but in the middle of the getting back into the routine I was able to write one post.
Without further ado... The saga of the last day before my trip to Napa, California. It started like any other day of the week. I got the kids up and off to school, walked the dogs and fed them too... then I began to prepare for the arrival of my brother-n-law who was going to stay out our kids.
In one of my many trips up and down the stairs to check on the status of the laundry, I began to smell dog food. That's when I notice the small pile of dog food beside our girl Maeve. She had thrown up. I was not phased, I just went ahead and cleaned it up. She seemed okay, she began to play with her sister Red. So, I went back to running up and down the stairs doing what I needed to be done.
In about an hour though, I realized something was wrong. On yet another trip through the kitchen, I was hit with that bad smell again. She had tossed her cookies again, but it this time it was more like her entire breakfast. It took me longer to clean up, but I persevered. Maeve though, curled up and went to sleep under the kitchen table--I knew then she wasn't feeling good.
Figuring she was wore out, I left her be. It wasn't the end. At the same moment I received a call from school nurse requesting I come pick up my youngest son because he was sick, Maeve threw up again. This time she was so wore out, she laid still and didn't move. I called the school back, asked them to keep my son comfortable while I had to handle the situation at home. At this point, I was seriously feeling like fate wasn't going to let me go on my trip.
Thanking Old Man Winter for giving me a 60 (yep, 60) degree day... I took Maeve outside and hosed her off. Shampooing her and then rinsed her again. Grabbing a towel, I dried her off; then I went back inside to tackle the mess again. Once I was done, I hauled butt to the school to get my son.
Although, my day didn't end there. Yes, Maeve was sick a fourth time. But it was the text message telling me my brother-n-law's GPS had routed him through major city near us, that upset me. I couldn't help him. I began to feel truly at my wits-end. But I plodded on, repeating a silent mantra... I am going on this trip!
The rest of that day is a blur... I survived and did make my flight the next day! Have you ever gone through challenges similar to this, wondering why me?