Road Warrior Momma: Day 13

Day 13 - July 9, 2013

Temperature 96

Sedona, Arizona

The Sedona Real – the Vortex of Vomit.

I did tons of laundry this morning – a lot of clothes were wasted. Yuck. Rich took the kids to breakfast and gingerly fed them. All appeared to be well, so we were hopeful that we’d be able to go on the Jeep/Hummer tour that we’d booked – months ago.

Yeah – not so much. Poor Cammy could not get off the toilet. I elected to stay home with him, as the Hummer was something I knew Rich wanted to do. But he insisted that he really needed to get some work done, so off I went with the older three.

The jeep (Hummer) ride, in my opinion, was okay. The ride was very rough and I was often queasy. The views however, were amazing. The tour guide was knowledgeable, but he was also cheesy.

We got back to the hotel and I wanted to rescue Rich. He said Cammy was still down and out, but the medicine was working because he hadn’t vomited at all. Hunter said his stomach, was better, but not 100%, so he didn’t want lunch. Rich suggested I go do my thing and come back in an hour, so we could do lunch.

My thing was a visit to a mystical center. I know, I know. But a few months ago, one of the books I reviewed took place at a Spiritual Retreat and I was intrigued by all the references to auras and charkas. I wanted to find out the color of my aura. They also had psychics and asked if I wanted to meet with one. Hell no! Too scared. Anyhow, I did have my aura analyzed and charkas read and it was very interesting. Too much to reveal, but perhaps I will do a blog on it one day.

After returning to the hotel, Jeff, Rich, Bear and I went out in search of lunch, while Jan held down the fort. Upon entering the restaurant, we were overcome with a very unpleasant smell. I thought it smelled like Indian food, the guys thought it was something sour or stale. Whatever it was, Bear started to gag, literally. Uh – oh. We immediately took him outside. To be honest, he didn’t look well. I was certain it was just the smell and kept insisting he’d be alright. I must point out, that Barrett said he wanted lunch, which is why we brought him. I’m declaring temporary insanity, I really am, because I don’t know why, but I really wanted this lunch to happen. I wanted to believe he was better – heck, he survived two hours of being jostled around on the Hummer tour. So I stupidly walked back into that restaurant, taking him with me. I was going to prove (really?) to Rich that he was fine.

We sat down at a table and the waiter brought us menus. I indicated that we’d need two more. “Great,” he said with a smile. Then…wait for it…Barrett threw up all over the table and himself, just as Jeff and Rich decided to make their appearance. Then Barrett stood up and threw up all over the floor, prompting Rich and Jeff to turn around and leave. I shamefully apologized to the waiter who was going to have to clean it up and slowly, with my tail tucked between my legs, escorted my obviously still sick child out to the parking lot. Then mania set in – I literally couldn’t stop laughing. WTH?!?!?!! Seriously? Haven’t we had enough?

When we got back to the room, Barrett and Camden jockeyed for the toilet. I cried. And cried. That was the low point. Rich and Jan both tried to relieve me, begged me to go shopping or something, but I just wanted everyone to leave me alone. That’s when I decided I’m going home when Rich flies out on Friday. I’m buying a box of depends (for the children) and I am not going to stop until I get to Ryan’s Bluff.

DONE!

Quote of the day – you do not want to know!

Post Script – Written on Day 14 – things may, may be getting better. Going to take it one day at a time.