Weary, Tired, Worn But With Lots of Stories

Have you ever been so tired that you are not sure if you are dead or alive? I feel like I have been through the ringer a couple of dozen times. We arrived home at 1:50 am this morning. After driving straight from Rock Lake Camp to home with three sleeping passengers, with moments of barfing and yelling. As most of you know we left Rock Lake at 9:00pm with a certain little boy with a fever and complaining of not feeling well. I had loaded the van and had asked a certain little Blondie to make sure that Connor had something to catch stomach secretions that might occur on our long trip home. As we start off I once again ask the certain little Blondie if she had a sack or something and her reply was no. Now being a nurse I have found myself in situations where I was not prepared and believe me that these are lessons that you learn very quickly in nursing. ALWAYS BE PREPARED FOR THE WORSE!!!!!!! These are very hard and messy lessons but once learned you never, ever forget. The little Blondie I can tell by her tone thinks that I am being my typical neurotic self and asked if I had any ideas of what we could use. I quickly reach back to the back floor board to the bucket that is holding the boys toys and suggest that we use this as our emergency catcher of body secretions. So off we went and the boys soon started to settle down and mommy was busy playing games on her computer. Approximately 15 miles from the Indiana state line we heard the sound of gastric juices being expelled from a certain little boy. This sound is very clear to this trained ear and does not need any type of announcement......but as this little boy spills his guts another little boy quickly begins to yell "Connor is frowing up in my bucket, Connor is frowing up in my bucket!!!" (over and over and over). Then the little Blondie playing her computer begins to yell at the same time "Gene, He is throwing up!!!! Gene, He IS THROWING UP!!!!!" Now this man knows from experience what throwing up is and can hear that sound six rooms away. I did not need the entire vehicle to announce to me something that I could not do anything about at that moment. We were out in no where land and no where to pull off. Finally as we made our way off the side of the road the little Blondie quickly put her computer way(lest it be spattered by some type of body secretions). I truly felt that since her job so far in the trip had been computer expert that she could get out and clean up the bucket that Kent was so worried about. Gagging and flopping around on the side of the road the little Blondie finished cleaning the bucket. Starting back out to make it home before I had to leave for work in a few hours the little Blondie announced to everyone in the car that she was no longer hunger and theer was no need to stop after midnight for food. The little Blondie turned off her computer curled up in a ball and went to sleep. The Davis family finally arrived home, emptied the rented van, took a shower and went to bed at 3:00am and was back up at 7:00am for a first day back at work. Needless to say that in this family there is never a dull moment. Stay tuned to other stories of camp and stories that should never be told.