There's a fine line between whining and telling exactly what happened on this "vacation" of ours.
And though I really, really want to whine and stomp my feet and cry about how terrible it all was, I'll spare you all that and just tell you exactly what happened.
Yesterday morning, Max woke up crying with a screaming fever. Abby was crying because everything hurt. Ashylnn was crying because everyong else was crying. I wanted to cry.
The vacation was over.
By 10am, we had everything packed in the car, ("I don't care where you pack everything, Mom. Just throw it in the van. We'll sort it all out later.") and were on the road.
We made it home in record time. I figured as long as we were all going lay around feeling sorry for ourselves, we may as well do it at home, on our own couches.
And I learned a very important lesson. Next time I get the wild idea to take all three children on "vacation" by myself,. a much wiser course would be to wrap all my children in bubble wrap and lock us all in our rooms for the duration. It would be cheaper, and probably a lot more enjoyable.