You know what’s not so grand? Writhing awake half the night and constantly rushing to the hotel bathroom. Being sick makes me want to die. Knowing I had to get up early to catch a train made it even worse. At 3am, I hated this whole dumb journey we’re on.
Today was beautiful. Rainy and cold, with the sun breaking through the clouds occasionally, and Eloise even fell asleep in my arms on the train.
But long road trips kind of require everyone to be on their game, and I was very off game today. I felt OK after meds, toast, and tea, but we had a packed day of train catching and a Grand Canyon south rim bus tour. Since 2-3 people FALL INTO THE CANYON annually, I was holding a squirmy Eloise a lot of the time. Plus Chris’ back is killing him, probably from all the heavy lifting of unloading and loading the car all month. Today was beautiful, but exhausting and draining.
I’m bummed, because Isaac was delirious with excitement last night at dinner, watching diligently for the “sneaky train” winding its way around the top of the room.
“This is really fun! Thanks for getting this all set up!” Chris had enthused.
In all the town of Williams, I’m pretty sure no one was as excited as our little boy. And I feel like I let him down by getting sick.
I’m hoping for a complete recovery for both of us by tomorrow so we can really appreciate the #1 of the seven Natural Wonders of the World. This part of our trip is our birthday present to each other. But tonight I just feel like “it’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.”
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