Iowa = Not Happy Family

Let me preface this with: I love my family and had an absolutely great time with them. I loved seeing all of them. That being said, Iowa sucks.

We are all still sick. I've been diligently taking my amoxicillin but I don't feel any better. I'm down to one vicodin and am saving that for when I really need it. Monkey Boy is still sick though he says his ear doesn't hurt anymore. Peanut is still struggling with her breathing and so much coughing, poor thing. They didn't call with her results so I'm assuming it was negative. I had to call work today and ask them if I could trade tonight's shift with tomorrow or Wed because the husband is sick now too. Thankfully they are so understanding. The husband is at the doc's now getting checked out and I hope he doesn't have strep. That would blow.

Back to Iowa sucking. I'm exhausted from typing about us being sick so I'll explain more later but:

The McDonald's we stopped at on the way down sucked

The hotel we stayed at was gross and falling apart

The A&W we stopped at on the way home sucked the big one

Monkey Boy was on sensory overload and myself and the husband had a couple meltdowns right along with him

But I stress that I did have a great time with the family though! I will be posting pics on Flickr later tonight or tomorrow. Thanks for all the well wishes on us feeling better. Hopefully by tomorrow 3/4 of us will be.

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