road tripping…
is there a good book on how to travel with a baby/toddler/hellraiser? if not, there should be. kara, owen and i shot down 101 this weekend to celebrate my mother’s birthday at her surprise birthday party in westlake. we left at about 8pm on thursday night so that we could follow owen’s sleep cycle. in all honesty, he was pretty good, it was me that was the nightmare. see — i pinched a nerve in my neck/upper back last week and it was pretty excruciating to sit upright for any decent amount of time. in fact, in typing this update, it hurts like hell.
poor kara had to drive the entire way down south by herself while i had to physically lay down in the backseat. lying down is the only way for me not to be in pain. kara kept making the joke that i had tourettes — because i would seize up in pain and start cursing like a sailor.
we got to oxnard at like 2:45 in the morning, knowing that the little man was going to wake up at 7am. we got about 4 hours sleep. when i woke up, my back, of course, is still killing me. so i spent the day at oxnard urgent care. they were showing bring it on in the lobby, which made the wait bearable. after meeting with the world’s most annoyed doctor, i got some painkillers. that made the rest of the trip less painful… although right now i cannot feel the tips of the fingers in my left hand… i’m sure it’s nothing.
however, on the drive home, owen decided that he was going to be a bit bulimic. he started telling us that he wanted to get out of his car-seat. by ‘telling us’ i really mean that he waves his arms and makes a ‘aaaaaaaahhhhhh’ sound. we politely told him that he had to wait. by this point we’re south of san luis obispo — quite a long ways from home in foggy san francisco.
so he shoved his fist down his throat and puked all over himself. i swear to god. it was the biggest f-u possible. we told him to wait. he decided to puke.
the car still smells.
