Our Thanksgivng

Well, the mood was set the day before when I left my phone at the doctors office. I was the last appointment they had until the following Monday. Yeah, 4 days without a phone is not a fun prospect. On Thanksgiving morning we get up and going and in the car only 30 minutes late. I'm helping Lily walk out to the car when she gets going too fast and falls facefirst into the gravel. Big scratch on her head, great.
About 20 minutes into the 70 minute drive I realize I have left my wallet behind. Not good when the next day is Black Friday and I was planning on spending the night at my in-laws... So we decide to turn around.
We get back to the apartment, I run upstairs, grab my wallet, and as I come down, I see Shane headed to the dumpster. Oliver had just thrown up EVERYWHERE. All over himself, his carseat, and the car, too. We rush him upstairs, bathe him, wake up Lily from her nap to bring her upstairs, clean the car seat, and call my parents to see if they still want us. Oliver the whole time insists he is well enough for GaGa PopPops, he loves their house. We decide to give it another try. Oliver throws up one more time before we leave, and we're on our way, spew bucket in hand.
Oliver and Lily sleep part of the way up north (did I mention Lily was VERY angry that she was woken up and made it known? Ugh.) with no throwing up, yay!
We get there so late that we basically sit down to eat. Lily tantrums through dinner, getting angry when she's in her seat, angry when she's on the ground. Oliver spends the meal with his head on the table. He tries to eat some salad, pushes it aside and quietly says "I don't think I'd like to eat, I'm all done now." Anybody who knows this child, knows that this is NOT him. So, he goes and lays on the couch through the rest of dinner. As we're chatting, I hear the familiar sound, I run into the room and see the spew. Of course, it's just bile at this point, which is even sadder. Oliver tells me he has to spew again, so I hold up the bucket, he wretches, curls into the fetal position and goes back to sleep. We decide to stay the night, we can't subject this kid to 70 more minutes of driving.

It was a long, hard day, but we felt like we had reached a parenting milestone. Surviving a holiday with a sick child, everyone goes through it, right? It also made me grateful for the times the kids aren't sick and aren't angry at the world. It made me grateful for a supportive husband that cleans the car seat and makes decisions when I'm too frazzled by life. It made me grateful for parents that are understanding and empathetic to the struggles of young parents. It made me grateful for Christ who knows what days like this feel like, that I can pray for comfort when times are hard and recieve it.
Here's to hoping Christmas is a little smoother!!