I wound up with some sort of upset stomach from a lethal combination of rich food and dancing and lack of sleep. It felt a lot like food poisoning but no one else got as sick. I was up all night on the verge of puking. I felt a little better in the morning, so I took Gracie to church since James was playing guitar. She screamed and cried the whole time to the point that I had to take her home early. She fell asleep on the way home and then refused to take her nap, my upset stomach came back with a vengeance, and short story long, it was the worst day ever.
I had been planning to drive to my visit my parents on Monday, but I wasn't sure if my stomach would be up to it. I had gotten only a couple hours of sleep over two days and Gracie has been a monster lately due to the "m" word: molars. I've been stressed to the max about driving across the Midwest with a baby, but I was so busy with the wedding the last few days I barely gave it a thought, so I woke up Monday morning determined to do it before I could overthink it and talk myself out of it.
Just as we were getting ready to leave, a massive thunderstorm rolled through. I pulled up the weather map, and sure enough, the storm system covered every highway I was planning to take for all 4 states. We started our drive with lightning striking down on both sides of the highway and torrential rain for three hours, which wasn't the worst considering I had forgotten my sunglasses at home. My GPS was bound and determined to take me on all the toll roads even though there was another route that took the exact same time with zero tolls. I spent half the drive fighting my GPS and trying to remember the Google Maps directions I had tried to memorize and the other half arguing with my dad on the phone over which highways and exits to take. I changed Gracie's diaper in a crowded McDonald's parking lot while black clouds and a wall of rain raced toward us and she covered the entire backseat in wheat thins and goldfish. Once we arrived, I staggered out of the car, road drunk and loopy from sleep deprivation and not eating since my stomach was still wonky. It was quite the adventure, but we made it. I have no idea how I'm going to survive the drive back. Please don't talk to me about it.
|I'm actually much more tired than I look, thanks.|
This is the first time I've been able to see visit them in their new home. Iowa is freakishly pretty. There are rolling hills covered in lush cornfields and green trees and red barns and wildflowers. I can't even deal. My parents' backyard has literal HAY BALES in it. Actually--I just went in the kitchen (to get ice cream, you know) and looked out the window. Hay bales, rolling hills, flowers, and a DOUBLE RAINBOW (what does it mean??). This morning I could see thunder clouds growing in the distance. I feel like I'm being flirted with. We drove through town today, and random cornfields were sandwiched between houses and businesses. The town is right on the Mississippi River with old victorian mansions and parks and coffee shops and a hundred and two antique stores. I hate that it's not Ohio, but I love visiting a new place. There's so much history here! So many farms. SO MUCH CORN. You think Ohio has a lot of cornfields? You haven't seen Iowa.
|The Mississippi. I'm still looking for Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.|
In other news, my mom brought us souvenirs from one of our favorite surf shops in California. She bought me a pair of socks, thinking I would love the colors and the palm tree print. Well! She took her pair out of the package, unfolded them, and realized they were not palm tree socks, they were POT SOCKS. MY MOM BOUGHT ME POT SOCKS. We can't stop laughing about it. I feel like this is one of those family stories that will be told for decades. I'm allowed to keep them but under strict instructions to never wear them in public.
I'm making her a birthday dinner and cake tonight. Under the circumstances, I thought it best to not make brownies.