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One mom, two boys, thirteen days, eight states, three thousand four hundred eighty-two miles, seventeen cups of coffee, thirty-six chicken nuggets, one stomach virus, and we’re finally home.

I’d like to thank everyone who put up with us in their homes, most especially to Carye and Ivy who also put up with the virus. It’s so good to know I have such loyal and caring friends. There are nothing like bodily fluids for testing a friendship.

It’s official. I am the meanest mom ever. I took Aidan to the Urgent Care, last night. They gave him a prescription for phenergen and told me to not give him any food for twenty-four hours.

For the past couple of days he has been unable to differentiate between nausea and hunger, today is no different, only we’re withholding food. The poor little guy can’t understand.

We’re heading back to Charleston as soon as our clothes are dry.

Five hours and we’re home.

Tim and I have been married for five years, today.

Mom -1
Kids -2
Miles -3184
Cups of coffee -17
Chicken Nuggets- 34

It was snowing when we crossed the ridge from Tennessee to North Carolina, but the roads were clear. The trip was uneventful until Aidan puked on Carye’s couch.

Sorry about that.

Mom -1
Kids -2
Miles -3045.6
Cups of Coffee -16
Chicken Nuggets -34

An hour ago as we crested a ridge, the sun broke through the clouds and the mountains were bathed in golden light against a backdrop of blue steel clouds. It was one of those moments that makes every annoyance of travelling trivial. The boys were sleeping, so I sped through the beauty in silence.

Mom -1
Kids -2
Miles -2871
Chicken Nuggets -34
Cups of Coffee -16

If you happen to be travelling from Nashville to Asheville and need to make a pitstop, do not be surprised if you come across a harried looking mother leaving a toddler behind as she drags a crying preschooler toward the bathroom. Try not to assume she’s a rotten mother, just realize that when a young child says they “Really have to go” and they have diarrhea that there isn’t time to fight with a carseat. Sometimes you just have to pray that locked doors are enough.

We’re leaving Nashville as close to naptime as possible; both children are exhausted so I’m hoping they sleep much of the trip. My friend, Carye, is a mother hen and is opening her home to us, nasty germs and all. I am looking forward to seeing her, but I can’t help but look forward to the comfort of our own home, too.

I also want to be close to our PPO, if necessary, poor kid.

2:22pm
Mom – 1
Kids – 0!!!!!!!!!!!
Miles – Ivy drove
Cups of Coffee – 14 and enjoying a cappucino
Chicken Nuggets – 34 (Ivy’s fault)

We’re at Espresso Joe’s in Smyrna. It’s nice to see the faces of the blogs I read. There will be a podcast that I will link to as soon as it is posted.

There is another out of towner present, who lives in Hopkins, MN.

Baldbaldivy is enjoying headrubs.

Pics later.

I used to think the “kid puking in the middle of the night” was the worst wake up call. No, it turns out “my kid puking on me in the middle of the night in someone else’s house” is the worst wake up call.

Let’s hope it’s just “road gut;” he has no other symptoms.

I might also add, it’s not really high on my list to be the first one up doing laundry at someone else’s house, either.

Mom -1
Kids -2
Miles -2727.1
Cups of Coffee -14.5
Chicken Nuggets -30

We’re back at Ft. Campbell, which means we’re just about an hour from Nashville. Barring any unforseen events we should be there soon. What’s for dinner?

Mom -1
Kids -2
Miles -2489.1
Cups of Coffee -14
Chicken Nuggets -30

Sibling rivalry is rearing its ugly head. Who knew that I should have brought two identical blankets? Southern IL fun for everyone! Tim is starting to sound as though he actually misses us. He could just be getting tired of Taco Bell; time will tell.

Mom – 1
Kids – 2
Miles – 2376.4
Cups of Coffee – 13
Chicken Nuggets – 30

We escaped from my father’s at ten pm and are headed for La Vergne, TN and BaldbaldIvy’s. I will admit I am sorely in need of a washing machine, I hope she doesn’t mind me taking over hers for a load or two.

I did get to spend a nice afternoon at my stepsister’s. She has two kids who are only months apart from my own and as a bonus she’s nearly as geeky as me! My stepmother cooked a pre-Thanksgiving for us and the children were able to play in a childproofed home. Thank you!

There’s no continental breakfast, so I suppose I should feed the boys and hit the road. I hope to be at Ivy’s by this afternoon. I miss y’all, especially the folks back home.