Tare, I thought of you today as we drove the 4 hours home from Asheville and I came real close to pulling over on the highway and dropping both boys and husband off in the breakdown lane, then driving off into the non existant sunset.
So we just got back and I swear, what fucking god do I have to sacrifice to in order to ensure every damn get away my family has we don't end up in ER? Before heading off to Asheville, we stopped to see the robot exhibit at the Durham museum. On the third floor Ashe was sitting on a stool checking out one exhibit. I was right behind him, Sick was right beside him, and Xavier was on the other side. I dont know how the hell it happened but the stool toppled over, and Ashe went flying face first on the floor, which is concrete, covered with the thinnest carpet ever. Within 30 seconds he had a goose egg 2 inches in diameter and literally 1.5 inches high. We had to rush him to ER to make sure he didnt crack his skull open. Fortunately he didn't, and despite the insane black and blue bruise on his forehead (right next to the green and yellow fading bruise from when he bashed his head on the tub last weekend) he was back to his normal self within a few hours.
On top of this Xavier decided for the first time in his mere 7 years of life that I know if, to start sleep walking. I woke up last night to hear the door to our hotel room rattling as if someone were trying to get in. When I went over to investigate, Xavier was there, asleep, trying to open the door. He would have suceeded if I hadn't locked the top part as well as the regular lock.
Seriously, I'm done with family get aways. Next vacation is for me and me only.