Ugh.  what a completely, absolutely miserable trip.  Beginning to end.  My comment to Kevin after we got back: "next summer, either we're flying down, or people will just have to come up here and see us".  yeah, it was that bad.

The trip down was miserable.  Tyler was extremely unhappy to be stuck in the car seat.  We stopped often, but that only helped a little bit.  On top of that, we hit three separate traffic back-ups.  One heading in to New York City, and two in New Jersey.  Both of the ones in New Jersey were several mile backups.  Several miles of stop-and-go traffic.  *Finally*, after what should have been an 8 hour trip turned into a 10 hour trip, we finally made it to Kathy's.

Thank god, the baby went to bed with no fuss.  We were exhausted, and the only thing I had eaten all day was some chicken tenders from a Popeye's in a rest stop in NJ.  I had two pieces of pizza and we went to bed.  I woke up in the middle of the night, with projectile vomiting and vicious diarrhea.  All night long, and all day the next day, all I did was vomit and crap my brains out.  I called the urgent care nurse and she said it sounded like food poisoning (thanks a lot, Popeye's!), and it should start to taper off after about 12 hours.  (I think it was 1 am when I started vomiting).  Skip forward to 9 pm, still can't so much as keep a few sips of water down.  I began to feel dizzy and woozy.  Kathy took me to the emergency room and I spent the next few hours there.

The next day, Kevin started to feel ill, but in a different way.  We think he may have caught Bob's cold or something.  So I felt a little bit better, but Kevin felt worse.  We had planned to come home on Wednesday, but on Monday we looked at each other and said "I just want to go home".  so we decided to head home Tuesday.  Thankfully, Tyler took a long nap right after we got on the road, so for at least the beginning of the trip it was peaceful.  Of course once he woke up, he more than made up for it with spazzing.  We finally make it to Connecticut by the evening and Tyler had fallen asleep again.  We needed to get gas, but I was afraid to stop because I was afraid he'd wake up.  We stopped, I got out, slid my card through the machine, laid my wallet on the roof of the car and started gassing up.  Then sure enough, Tyler woke up.  I finished with the gas an hurried back in to the car, hoping the motion would put him back to sleep.

What I didn't realize until I got home was that I had left my wallet on the hood of the car.  yeah.  Instead of getting home and falling into bed, I got home and had to spend two hours on the phone cancelling all of my credit cards.what a miserable way to end a perfectly miserable trip.