Joey and I decided that it would be fun to take the kids to Yellowstone this year. It’s been quite some time since either of us had gone and Nate has wanted to return ever since his trip there with his grandparents.
The road trip there, although long, was pretty good. No casualties. I did, however, discover that I had forgotten all of my medications….including the Zoloft. Oh wo.
Our first day at the park was pretty fun! We saw Old Faithful, ate some ice cream at the old lodge, did a little hiking and a picnic, and Tessa signed up to be a “junior ranger”. Nate didn’t want to because he was in a bad mood.
I was very impressed with how clean and well managed the park was. I think that the park service does such a great job. All of the rangers we met were VERY friendly and helpful. It was a great reminder of how a federal agency can and should be run.
The second day, we woke up really early and made a longer drive to Mammoth Hot Springs to go on a bit of a longer hike. It had a lot of stairs and Tessa complained a lot. Nate loved it, though. He is a good little hiker.
We then took a drive and stopped for lunch. Shortly after getting back in the car, Nate became car sick. We could tell by the looks of him that he might need to puke, so we asked him, “Nate, do you need to throw up?” to which he replied, “No”. So, we pulled out and drove away. About twenty seconds later, he threw up. Everywhere. Twice. Red jello…..and it was still in fact jello. Joey was grateful that I had talked him into getting a car with leather seats.
It was about this time that my kids really started to annoy me. They would not stop fighting, giggling, crying, screaming, and being all around strange. At one point, Joey leaned over and said in a very frustrated voice, “I think that they are physically incapable of being quiet!” I agreed. They were terrible. And to make matters worse, the baby was in a bad mood as well. He was tired and couldn’t get to sleep because of all the “racket” from the back seat.
We were able to see the falls and finally make it back to town for a nice dinner at a cute little diner. Afterward, we walked around the cute town looking at shops. We finished off the night with some ice cream and walked back to the hotel.
I finished half of my ice cream and was just outside our hotel when it “hit”. There was a rumble in my tummy and it wasn’t a good one. I was sick all night and it continued all through the next day…all the way home. Needless to say, it was a VERY long drive home. I had to stop many times to use the facilities, and the baby cried nearly the entire way to boot. By the time we pulled into our driveway at 11:00 pm, we were very ready to be home again.
I am proud to say that I did in fact hold it together for the entire time. Not one “explosion”, even WITHOUT the Zoloft.