The day we left on our trip, I was filled with nerves and lots of emotions.
I was in pretty good spirits in the car. Wilson napped! Jane behaved well, and we got to our destination easily. “We’ve got this!” I thought.
The blissful overconfidence was my parenting fail. Never get cocky!!! You WILL be humbled.
I took the kids down to the lake where they splashed and threw gum balls in the water. Mark was busy unpacking and organizing camp. We came back to the Airstream. I felt worn out. I was sure it was the emotions of the day, so I sat down on what is our couch AND our bed and started to feel nauseous. I decided to lay down while everyone was occupied with blocks and books.
Within half an hour, I jumped up and started to speed walk across the wet campground to the bathroom.
I made it to the first of three stalls. Stall, not toilet. There I projectile vomited all over the entire toilet. My stomach felt much better but I had to pee, I went to the next stall. Nope! It came at me again. Projectile vomit all over that stall too.
I hung out there for a few minutes praying no one else would come. I quickly walked back to the RV where I found Mark and the kids inside playing. I bashfully told him I needed the cleaning supplies, teary eyed thinking my sickness was due to anxiety from the trip. I felt so guilty for destroying the bathroom, I knew I had to go clean it up.
I cleaned up a public restroom of my puke, just let that sink in…This place was no where near “clean” before I walked in and destroyed it. Major low point of the day for sure. I then headed back to our campsite feeling better.
Not 10 minutes after I walked in the door to the RV, Wilson projectile vomited all over the blocks he and Jane were playing with. This was his first time throwing up so he was freaking out and had that what the hell is happening to me?” look on his face. I scooped him up and took him outside where he heaved again all down my back and jeans. No problem, I can deal, except we wouldn’t find a washer and drier for three days.
Mark proceeded to clean up the RV crime scene while Jane gagged in the corner at the sight of the vomit. Mark hurried her out the door after us. Wilson and I hung out in the drizzling rain and puked a couple more times. While I hated to see Wilson puke, it made me feel a little better because my illness may actually be a bug, not anxiety.
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Mark made dinner. Needless to say, no one ate much that night.
As I put Wilson to bed, I was terrified that he was going to throw up in the bed that both he and Jane share. We put a towel under him and only had one gagging scare. He soon fell asleep, and we had an uneventful night.
We got lucky there. Lesson learned. Plastic crib sheets are a must.
The silver lining in this situation is that not only did everyone sleep soundly through the night, but also the women’s bathroom stalls at Santee State Park are now much cleaner.
Do you have a gross public puke story? Please share so I don’t feel alone in destroying bathrooms!