Kids were up fairly early, but I knew H didn't sleep well so I had them both come in bed with me to watch iPad and let H sleep a bit.
Even with some additional sleep, he looked beat. Was irritable at breakfast, very impatient.
The plan was supposed to be that we would check out, then drive 45 minutes to a beach, spend a few hours there, then drive home.
H was not liking this idea. It would add another hour and a half onto our trip home. The weather forecast was very hot again, 99 degrees. I knew by looking at his bloodshot eyes and deep lines on his face, that he was very tired and not feeling well. This could be very bad...
So I suggested that we skip the beach and just go home. I said that if it was going to be stressful and he wasn't feeling well, that it defeated the purpose of going. The whole point was to have fun.
I then suggested that maybe sometime, we could take the boys to a lake near us, and that could count as the beach. H surprised me by suggesting that we could go that day.
But on the drive home, he felt worse and worse. He was crazy itchy, and asked me to scratch his back. His back was all sweaty, which was strange in our air conditioned car.
We ended up deciding to come straight home. We did stop for lunch at an old diner that his parents used to take him during family trips.
H seemed more at ease once we decided to come home. A part of me was disappointed that we didn't make it to the beach, but I think I got a taste of "be happy or be right".
A tiny part of me thought - I wonder if he felt sick and skipped activities while on his beach vacation? But in all honesty, I don't know how he felt or what happened during that trip, so there was no reason to speculate.
I think H appreciated the fact that I listened to what he was saying about how he was feeling, and did not make him feel guilty about it.
We had some good conversations on the ride home, about his grandparents (we drove through the town they lived in) and about various things I was reading about in my magazine.
Once we got home, we all were sacked out and napped. We ordered pizza for dinner. Some texting from H, but I anticipated out of control texting now that we were home.
Bomb January 2012 - doesn't feel the same about me
~ "There is nothing love cannot face; there is no limit to its faith, hope, and endurance."
