Full Circle, in 16 Steps

My hubby and I were at my in-laws with our little guy to celebrate Father's Day. A good time was had by most (I had a little bit of an upset tummy Saturday and Sunday, but it went away with some medicine.)... until today. Bob woke up during the night with nausea. Then I did. Then he did again. We had planned on going to calling hours for my MIL's uncle (hubby's great-uncle) when we drove back home.

Plans changed. Turns out a simple 1: get in car; 2: drive to funeral home; and 3. drive home wasn't in the works.

Instead it became...

1. The tummy thing. We both had it and felt pretty crummy.

Eventually, we started heading home with MIL and baby.

2. About 10 minutes away from my in-laws' house, the battery light came on in the SUV. So we pull into a parking lot and call AAA. Then we decided to go to a dealership across the street instead to save time. That leads us to...

3. Turns out it wasn't the battery; it was the alternator. This, of course, means it's much more expensive (and time-consuming) to fix.

4. The truck that had transported items between dealerships (including the needed alternator) had already left.

5. We still needed to get to the funeral home.

6. As we needed to get home so hubby could do some business trip things, we couldn't use one of the dealership's loaner cars because we probably wouldn't be able to get back up to return the car right away...

7. Had to wait for the rental car company up the road to get to us so hubby could sign papers to get a car.

8. Couldn't fit all of us, including baby and MIL, into the car with the rental car lady... so we had to wait at the dealership while all of that was done.

9. Hubby crams most of our stuff from the SUV into the Cobalt we rented.

10. I fall asleep in the car and missed conversations.

11. We arrive at funeral home and don't go in, so as not to spread the ickies.

12. We stop for our first "real" food... and the restaurant doesn't have bland soup, much to Bob's chagrin.

13. We eventually get home.

14. Bob goes to bed to take a nap.

15. I start fretting about getting stuff we need before he goes on a business trip.

16. My tummy starts stressing out again.

So, now we're back to where we started, but at least we are home. At least we are safe. At least we didn't break down on the highway in 90+ heat and humidity in the middle of June with a baby and MIL in tow. It could have been worse... much worse.

My baby boy is asleep and snoring next to me.

My grown-up boy is upstairs asleep in his bed.

Life, as confusing and crummy as it seems sometimes, is still good. :-)