After John's mom left the next weekend my mom flew in to just turn around the next day to drive with the kiddos and me back to her house. We left the house 2 hours behind schedule. I should have realized that was a big flashing neon sign that says, "Be prepared for crazy!" We had to stop about every hour and half or so because of some weirdness.
Shortly after stopping for lunch the car started to fill up with a green cloud of stinkiness. We stop off at a Flying J truck stop to change Noah's pants. I realize as Noah is laying there with his bum exposed that he had used his back up pants the day before, and I had forgot to restock the diaper bag. So Noah lost his pants at the Flying J. He wondered around the truck stop in a t-shirt, diaper and his tennis shoes. He thought it was good fun; I was a little mortified. Mom and I decided we should make t-shirts that say "I lost my pants at the Flying J". What do you think?
We stopped for dinner in Cincinnati. It took much longer than it should have, but that is the way it goes. It was getting to be bed time and the kids were getting beyond cranky! Annalise was not a fan of not being rocked to sleep and screamed her way through the city. We stopped to give her a little TLC. Annalise went to sleep pretty much instantly after pulling over.
I picked up a little stomach flu along the way. Thank goodness it decided to wait until we were almost to my parents' house for it to hit, but holy moly was it horrible. I am guessing, that Noah was the kind soul who started it. All I know is that every single one of us at my parents' house spent at least one night feeling like we were going to die from the stomach Ebola virus.
It was a long day, but thankfully we all made it there safely. Noah was worn out and slept in the next day.
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