Just have to laugh

Wow, what a whirlwind two weeks. We tapped out all our emergency funds and some during the last two weeks. On Thursday all I could do was laugh. The tears just wouldn't come. We drove our questionable safe van 180 miles to attend a funeral. We were doing great on time then the first bump came. An oversize loaded truck backed up traffic on M-37 for miles and of course it was not anywhere near a passing lane and when you could pass, traffic was heavy the other way. Bump. The second stop came with an abrupt and shrilling announcement from the back seat. "I have to go to potty, pleeeasseee." Thank God a rest stop a mile away. We pulled in and KC forgot all about potty for a moment. "It's a park, KC play". NO, we are in hurry. As we approached the toilet, KC is announcing to everyone he has to go to potty. Then he was overly concerned that there was no way to flush the toilet. Five minutes later we emerge to a new announcement. "I went potty, no flush." This brought a few chuckles from nearby picnickers. On the road again. Smooth driving until the Eastbeltline and I-96. A car accident slow us down to a crawl.

Finally we pull into Graceland. Patrick and I make a beeline inside. We are late but Chucky (cousin) gives up his seat and we are there for the last five minutes. Apologizing for our lateness I give my regards and hugs to the family. We tell Patrick we will pick him later that night he can go spend time with his family. It is now close to three and we are getting hungry. To conserve gas I decided we better stay on the NE side of GR. We head over to Alpine the long way around since there is major traffic backups on Eastbeltline. We choose the Olive Garden with some hesitation because of our busy little toddler. I promised a visit to Toys-R-Us if he behaved. That seemed to work. We are seated towards the back with one other party. Barely there KC needs to go to potty again. So off we go. He was thrilled with the ability to flush the toilet though it did scare him a little. Back to the table with the loud announcement to anyone who would listen. "I went potty and flushed". The table next to us started laughing.

Lunch comes. It was pretty good. KC is picking at his fries and chicken. Just as I was ready to take my last bite I look at KC in time to watch him spit out his chicken then proceed to vomit all over the table, himself and the floor it just kept coming. The dining area came to a dead silence and all eyes were on us and there was a few ooos,yuck. I take KC to the restroom and clean him up and change his clothes. I stood there and just laughed. What in the world is going on someone just came along and pulled the rug out from underneath us? All cleaned up we head back to the table to pay the bill. Yes another announcement. " I choked my chicken, aaack". I apologized to the rest of the patrons and staff and made our way out. I took KC to Toys-R-US as promised. We picked Patrick up a few hours later and headed home. What a sense of relief back to my sanctuary of safety. It is uphill from here.