Not quite a vacation, but in the early days I’d drag my family to my running races. I ran a marathon at Myrtle beach and it was S19’s bday weekend so we thought we’d make it a nice weekend. Literally, as soon as we pulled out of the driveway S19 started coughing. I thought it was just a virus as his older brother had just gotten over being sick. But when S19 got congested back then, he’d throw up. I spent several times catching it in my hands and pitching it out the window. Get to the hotel exhausted and H always hated attending my races, so he was in a horrible mood, and some big convention was checking in. It took two hours. And the hotel was nasty. Not at all like the internet photos. Ate dinner around 9pm and went to bed. H was snoring, S16 was in a teeth grinding stage, and I was up constantly taking S19 to throw up in the bathroom. People started fighting in the hallway and H got up and got in the middle of it. Finally started to settle at 2am and the fire alarm goes off. Omg. I had to leave for the race at 4am so no sleep was to be had. Somehow I managed a PR. I was too tired to know better.
Got back and the rest was the weekend wasn’t horrible, but we came him early to go to the doc. Not a virus. Flu. Year of the fly shot shortage. Omg. I wound up catching it and got pneumonia. H got it with bronchitis. Most pitiful week ever. And the last time I took the family on a race trip.