Dear Mom and Dad,
Tuesday (December 18th) of our vacation brought the stomach flu to Pat (perhaps too many Krispy kremes?), and Angel with a fever, aches and bad cough and Caleb still with a lingering cough. At about 11:00 am we headed out to walk around Old Towne which was right next to our hotel. It’s a little area of shops and carnival rides, and we hoped the fresh air would help both kids feel a little better.
Unfortunately not a lot was open. The rides didn’t open until 4:00 pm but we found a few shops open. I found some cheap Florida souvenirs and Leana and Angel found a little shop to make a bobble head video.
Pat headed back to the room to rest and Jim and Leana decided to take a spin (literally) on the Vomatron.
It was the funniest thing ever. They were both screaming like crazy. Here, I’ll let you listen.
Jim and I were gonna go on the sling shot (he’s my bungee jump buddy) but after seeing someone else do the sling shot and then Jim and Leana doing the Vomatron we decided to pass on the sling shot.
We ate lunch – yes Jim and Leana are hard-core! They ate pizza after riding the Vomatron! They had to get going for home and the kids and I headed back to our room for some rest time. Angel was still feeling pretty crummy. We did rest a little bit, but being in a new place was just too exciting, even with being sick.
Around 4:30-5:00 pm I decided to go find a walk-in clinic. Angel’s temperature was getting higher, her cough worse, and I was hoping to maybe get something to knock it out of her. On the way to the doctor I changed my mind. I’m so indecisive and I perhaps overreact sometimes when the kids are sick. So I decided instead to run to the grocery store, pick up some Tylenol (please please have grape chewables!), some good fruits and veggies for supper and lots of orange juice.
Around 8:00 pm, Angel was feeling a little better and the kids were going stir crazy. Mama might have been going crazy too. Daddy was still sleeping. I decided to drive the kids back over to Old Towne and see if we could ride a few of the kiddie rides. They were pretty bummed earlier in the day about not being able to ride.
There weren’t many to ride, 4 or 5 I think. But the kids were loving it. It was just the break we needed.
And then Caleb saw the Tilt-A-Whirl. And wanted to go on it. At first I said no because I thought it would be too
vomit inducing scary. But then I saw that the height requirement was only 38″. And I remembered back to the good old days of riding it at the state fair and thinking it was awesome.
I decided that we should go ahead and go on it because the kids had gotten bored with the other little kiddie rides. But then Caleb said it was going to be too scary. And me, being the wonderful mom that I am, convinced him that it would not be too scary. I heard these words come out of my mouth, “If it was going to be scary they wouldn’t let you go on it.”
We were the only ones on the ride and I just prayed and prayed that it wouldn’t be too scary. The ride started and our car started twirling. And twirling and twirling and twirling. I told the kids, “If you scream it won’t be as scary!” as I screamed my lungs out. Angel looked at me like I’d lost my mind and tried to scream as her eyes spoke volumes of fear. Caleb was huddled into a little ball, pressed against me as tight as he could, crying out for it to stop.
For a moment, in between screams, I tried to convince him that this was fun! But who was I kidding? I was about ready to throw up myself.
I started waving at the ride lady so she would stop the ride but she was staring off into space. I assume dreaming of days when she didn’t have to witness the torture of children by their dim-witted mothers. So for a good
twenty two minutes my poor kids were subjected to the Tilt-A-Whirl from hell.
As we stepped off the ride I was anticipating the local authorities to be there to take me away to mother boot camp. But thankfully, there was just the ride lady, oblivious to my children’s trauma. Despite the fact that Angel still wasn’t feeling 100% she was being quite the trooper. But poor Caleb cried for a few minutes and I felt like crying too.
So we went back to the hotel room, and since I wasn’t going to win mother of the year award anyway, we finished off the Krispy Kremes and watched our fifth hour of Cartoon Network for the day. It turned out to be a
good memory-making day after all!