The latest news about my grandma was that she had congestive heart failure. Actually, the ER doctor said pneumonia but with congestive heart failure being something that affected her mother, my great grandmother, she was sent to see a cardiologist, who said congestive heart failure. She was to be discharged from the hospital that Sunday.
We left Saturday, the 17th. My mom had decided to drive home with CJ and me and the kids.
Here are the kids, all set for the trip home:
My cousin's husband, Greg, visited my grandma on Saturday since they live about 40 minutes from the hospital, so that made us feel better. My Uncle Eddie flew out on that Sunday and then flew back home with my grandmother.
The drive home was eventful, of course. First we had to take some clothes and such to my grandma at the hospital. My mom said she knew how to get there from the resort, so we didn't verify directions, but she actually had no clue and we wasted about 40 minutes driving around before we finally figured it out. We were almost at the hospital when Olivia puked in the van, luckily in her *puke bucket* No wonder, with all the turning around and back and forth we did trying to find the damn hospital, I felt queasy too.
I had that mess to deal with plus changing diapers, even though we had only been on the road about 45 minutes! Yes, CJ helped me but Livi wanted me to help her, so I didn't go in to visit my grandma, which pissed my mom off. Sorry, I love my grandma but I had a few things as a parent to deal with.
We got back on the road and then it was okay for a while. Until close to lunch time. Dante peed so bad that it went through his clothes and onto the car seat cover. UGH. I took care of that and we ate lunch. The McDonald's we stopped at had a play area and we let the kids play, which only, once again, ensued a melt down when we wanted to leave. I guess I shouldn't have let them play but I felt they needed to get some energy out.
We continued to drive and we made good time. I wanted to drive straight through, I did not want to stop. I just wanted to get the hell home by this point. I was in the minority so we wound up stopping in Fayetteville, NC.
Now, we were on I-95 and it was close to 7:30 pm and at this point we decided it was a good time to stop. CJ PICKED THIS PLACE!!!!! I am totally blaming him. The Quality Inn East...SUCKED!
It was so gross, I don't even want to put my mind back there to recall things but if you read some reviews you'll understand. GROSS!
I didn't even bother giving the kids a bath and CJ and I slept with our clothes on. I could not wait to get out of there.
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