Kyle and I went on vacation to Pennsylvania with his family a couple weeks ago. Our plan was to be there for a week and enjoy the lake, fish, hike, and just relax. Kyle's parents own a time share and they chose a place in the mountains that was only a couple hours from NY City so that they could have the best of both worlds. The description of the place said it was a house on a lake with two bathrooms, three bedrooms, with a washer/dryer unit. Much to our dismay, the house was across the street from a lake surrounded by homes with their own private property and we were given no lake access. There wasn't a washer nor a dryer and there was only one bathroom. Needless to say, we were all a bit disappointed. We tried to make the best of it but when we found out that hiking was an hour away and cost 12 dollars per person, we began to wonder if it would be worth staying the whole 7 days. We did enjoy a quaint little town name after Tim Thorpe and we did enjoy the beautiful hike full of several magnificent waterfalls. However, Elijah began to get out of his normal routine and woke up crying each night to eat as though he were a newborn again. Finally at 4 am after his second night feeding, I had had it and told Kyle I wanted to go home. At least we were able to enjoy the Fall colors and listen to the Circle Maker on CD - a very inspiring book, which trigger great conversation. Elijah was a trooper riding 10 hours in one day on our car ride home. Never again will I go that far with an infant.
You would think I would have learned my lesson the first time, but only a few days after returning from Pennsylvania Kyle and I drove down to see my parents in Indiana. I had planned a while back to go visit them for a week in October, but when we got word that my Uncle Reggie passed away, Kyle offered to rush me down that weekend so that I could fly with my parents to the funeral. We didn't know which day the funeral would be, but if I was going to make it, Kyle would have had to have driven me down that weekend because he wouldn't be able to take me during the week when he worked. It turned out that my parents decided to drive down to Louisiana instead. I didn't want to fly alone with Elijah, nor did I want him to be in the car for an additional 26+ hours, so I decided to stay at their house and miss the funeral. My mom was sad because she was looking forward to a week with Elijah, which was now being taken up by going to a funeral. I told her not to worry and that I would stay an additional week so she could spend time with him. Then it turned out the funeral was on that following Tuesday so my parents drove down Sunday night and returned Wednesday. I'm so glad I didn't try to go with my 5 month old because on the way down they got stuck in a traffic jam for 2 hours. There's no way Elijah could have handled that. Anyway, they were back on Wednesday so they ended up getting to spend the rest of the week with me and Elijah. I had made plans for the following week, but once Saturday night rolled around and Elijah was again out of routine, I called Kyle up and asked him to come get me. I hate canceling plans, but the poor little man needed his own crib and his normal environment.
Praise the Lord we are home now and hopefully we won't need to go anywhere for a while.
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