What went wrong on our Family San Antonio Road Trip

I was a little nervous as we set out on our recent road trip to San Antonio for AdventureCon, SeaWorld, another day at Sea World, and Six Flags Fiesta Texas since we had recently had car trouble.  The van overheated on the way to Houston, and since we had it repaired, I kept going out to the van and finding the battery dead.  Right before the trip we had the van serviced AGAIN to find out that when they “fixed” the fan they made it so that if you leave the rear fan on the on position it keeps running and drains the battery.  In the 10 plus years I’ve had the van I’ve ALWAYS left the fan on.  Would we get through this road trip remembering to turn the fan off every time we stopped the van?  Miraculously we did!  But wow I will always remember the feeling of dread I had every time we went back to the van.  Whew. 

Packing.  It’s always a huge ordeal.  First I have to make sure all the clothes are washed, dried, and folded.  Then to send the kids to retrieve the proper clothes from each room.  Every trip I forget some of the kids clothes, something important.  So when we arrived at the hotel the first night and I had pjs and clothes all laid out for the next day I was pretty proud of myself.  I had done good!  I’m always the last to get ready for bed.  When everyone else was finally settled or sleeping I grabbed my duffel bag for my turn in the bathroom.  To my horror I had packed exactly two pair of jeans and three shirts for myself.  That’s it!  Ha ha.  I had to sleep in my clothes!  How I ever went to sleep fully dressed in jeans when I was a kid so that I wouldn’t have to dress in the morning for school, I’ll never know.  It’s so uncomfortable! I was very thankful to be able to make a run to the store the next day and buy a few necessities!  🙂

We have yet to take a trip without someone getting sick and this trip was no different.  We thought we had made it.  This trip was in the bag.  We were only two hours from home and no one was sick.  This would go down in the books as the first trip ever Irish family road trip with no sickness!  And then it happened. 

Bobby, bless his heart, was happy one minute and throwing up the next.  It was like a mysterious volcano eruption with sudden lava spewing everywhere.  In my shock I moved in slow motion and finally grabbed a cup and darted to his seat in the van.  On my way Jason handed me a Ziplock bag and said, “Here use this.” Obediently I threw the cup down and held the bag up to his mouth.  It would have only been better had my husband done it on purpose.  You see the Ziplock bag was split at both ends!  Ha ha.  I leaned over Bobby stupidly holding a plastic sleeve up to his mouth with him continuing to vomit all over him and me.  Hilarious! 

So there ya go, still no trip without someone getting sick.