John, Ellie and I went up to Wisconsin three weekends ago for a wedding up in Woodruff, WI. For those of you who don’t know where that is, it is about 170 miles South of the Canadian boarder (I know this because if we would have brought our passports, I would have tried very hard to convince John to head up to see our neighbors to the North). The trip was 5.5 hours away, which isn’t terrible when we had just drove to Colorado the month before that, but we decided to break up the trip into two days.
Our stopping point for the first night was Madison, WI. My parents were planning to meet us there later in the evening so they could be Ellie’s babysitter for the wedding. The whole trip to Madison was going great. I took the liberty of driving so that John could get some work done and Ellie was sleeping for most of the 2 1/2 hour trip. Well, about 30 minutes before Madison, I had to pee. Not that bad, but enough that I wanted to pull over at a Culver’s and contemplate picking up ice cream for the remainder of the trip. I should have done that because what we didn’t know was that as soon as we got back on the interstate, we were in a complete standstill for 2 1/2 hours while they cleaned up an accident involving 6 cars.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m counting my lucky stars that it wasn’t our car in that accident, but my mind starts to race when we are completely stuck in traffic. Very irrational thoughts too like, “this is how I die. I will suddenly need medical attention and medics would never be able to get to me”, or “could we be stuck here overnight and have to make Ellie sleep in her car seat? And if that happens, will we have enough gas to keep the car on all night so that we can have sufficient air for her?!” Yeah, I am nuts. You don’t have to tell me that.
Anyway, while we were parked on the highway, John and I got some good entertainment as the 2 sixteen year old girls parked in front of us jumped out of their car to do tricks with a basketball and kick the ol’ soccer ball around. John on the other hand was a little frustrated that I had to stop to go pee because “we would have been there by now and you probably could have held it.” The icing on the cake was that he had to take a whizz now from all the waiting. Sooooo he used a old Glad plastic container to do his business in (for once me never cleaning up after myself came in handy. You’re welcome sweetie).
We finally made it to the hotel and visited with my parents before going to sleep.
Ellie was waking up every hour on the hour which isn’t like her but we were in a different environment so I wasn’t surprised. John and I would move the tiniest bit in bed and the sound would send her into a crying fit. 2 o’ clock rolls around and the fire alarms wake me up in their obnoxious factor. I’m convinced it’s a real fire and that we need to get out, but John (the rational one) says to call down to the front desk and see what’s up. We were reassured that it was just a faulty alarm and they would try to fix it ASAP. Guess who didn’t even STIR during the alarms? You guessed it. Eleanor. It didn’t make sense to me, but I’m sure glad she stayed asleep.
The next day was filled with shopping and traveling to our final destination to get ready for the wedding. The wedding was absolutely beautiful. Located on a campsite with a lake on the property, the venue was breathtaking. John and I enjoyed our time together and being able to celebrate our friends’ marriage. We had just finished up dinner and the speeches when we received a call from my dad that Ellie hadn’t stopped crying in almost an hour. Knowing that that wasn’t her usual self, we had him come pick us up so we could be with her. It took her a long time to calm down, but when she did, she would fall asleep in my arms and then peak one eye open every couple of minutes to look up and make sure I hadn’t left her. It warmed my heart that she wanted her mama and dada around and knew that that was her routine for bed. I know it’ll get easier and someday she won’t need me to get her to sleep but for now I’m just going to sit here and soak up these moments. As I type right now in finishing this blog, I’ve got John sitting on my left, Ellie laying on top of me and we are watching the office. No other way I’d want it to be.
Have a great rest of your long weekend and Happy Labor Day to all. Stay tuned for my mom’s night in post later this week, and if you haven’t checked out my post on my date night in box, go there next!
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