Ski Trip??

I'm writing from a dark hotel room with only the glow of my I-pad as light.
The day started out exciting. We jam packed the car and headed to Vermont to ski for a few days. The drive was long because we took our time. We stopped at the Country Store for some penny candy, visited the lake house where I spent my childhood summers, grabbed lunch and finally swam in the hotel pool. We retired to the room for some games before an early bedtime to rest up for a full day of skiing in the morning.

That's when it all went downhill. Dylan hasn't been feeling 100% for a few days now and it showed when he went to the bathroom. But tonight he threw up. Ok, so the little guy is fighting something, I'll get him back to sleep and see how he feels in the morning.

Suddenly, John makes a mad dash to the bathroom and the sounds of him getting sick make it hard for all of us to keep our dinners down. Great, two down. So I quarantine the sick boys to the pull out couch and hope Camryn and I can get some sleep.

What sounded like a cough was easily recognized as throw up from the smell it produced. Camryn now getting sick has covered her clothes and the sheets.

With John down and out, I struggle to clean the mess and try to make room for her on the cleaner of the two beds.

I return to my Kindle ready to jump into action when Camryn summons me. This time we luckily made it to the toilet....followed by John who was forced to use the sink.

The bathtub is full of dirty clothes and sheets, the entire room has that unforgiving stench of vomit and I'm stuck just waiting for the bug's next victim....which is inevitably going to be me.