The trip was fun, as all vacations are. But we did have our fair share of bumps along the road. We arrived and they had us booked on a smoking floor. So they moved us, but didn't move the crib. We were hours past Oliver's bedtime. The lack of dinner that night and day of stress and travel were getting to me, and a low blood sugar resulted in an excessive room service order, but I was feeling very crappy. Things were getting rough. Oliver's crib finally arrived, and room service topped us off, since Kerry had already been sent for emergency provisions downstairs. Eventually we all made it into bed.
Only to discover that we were sleeping with the world's worst pillows. They were fluffy and awful and all the same. We will be flying with our own pillows from now on. Dorky, but we'll be sleeping next time!
Come Sunday, everything seemed to be falling apart. Mitchell finally caught our cold, probably due to a lack of sleep on the crappy pillows. I was sent on a hot morning trek to get Sudafed. Kerry had hives all over her body, likely due to hotel soaps or detergent or something. And my ankle began to swell in the heat, only to spread to my foot and make it virtually impossible to walk without searing pain. People were staring as I hobbled my way through the casino. Mitchell didn't even make it out to Mother's Day dinner and Kerry and I cut our evening short as a result. Kind of a mess. Oliver was the most reasonable one among us.
The thing I was most nervous about, the flights and ride to the hotel, ended up being the most flawless part of the trip!
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