The Drive Down

Our plan was to leave at 4am on a Friday morning to avoid NYC traffic and rush hour. Proud to say we were on the road at 4:09 and on our quiet way. The kids were still drowsy and snuggled in with their pillows, fleece blankets and their "guys".  Fifteen minutes into the drive Meghan says that she doesn't feel well. She's had mild car sickness in the past, but nothing major. I looked at her and just knew she was going to throw up, so I grabbed my handy carsick kit (forgot to pack the giant coffee can that I used to keep in the car) and had her throwing up into ziploc gallon sized bags and wads of paper towels. She didn't get a drop on the interior of the new car. What a champ. She fell asleep and I assumed we were done, based on past performance. At this point, Erin is freaking out because she panics anytime anyone throws up. Meghan woke up 15 minutes later and threw up again. And again. Slept for an hour. Threw up again. Oh, and then Erin threw up. Cue the scene from Stand By Me at the pie eating contest. At this point we are past NYC and travelling South on the NJ Turnpike. I'm ready to throw in the towel and try to convince Tom of the same. He's not buying it. I'm thinking, new car, her stomach can't handle a truck's shocks versus the smooth ride of a minivan and we are screwed the whole way down to Florida. And back. We stopped at a rest stop and got her Dramamine and ginger ale. Up it came and she fell back asleep for 3 hours. As long as she was asleep, we were going to keep on truckin. Didn't she wake up just right as rain? Apparently she had a fast moving stomach bug that worked it's way out before we even hit Washington DC.