Trying to have a nice weekend

So it was Dominic's birthday last Wed. He's five and very proud.

What does he really want for his birthday - a trip to the Waterpark of America.

So I reserve a nice (really nice - bunkbeds, jacuzzi, fireplace!) and get everyone set to go. But check-in isn't till 4 PM, so we go to the Mall of America first and do some shopping and have lunch at Bubba Gumps.

So far so good.

We ride some rides, and Dominic even goes on the log flume again and seems to enjoy it.

Still good.

However, Rowan starts complaining that his stomach hurts.

Not good - you see where I'm going here.

Rowan makes it through the mall OK, but after a few rides at the waterpark vomits on one of the walkways - great.

So, I tell a lifeguard, and get mom to take him to the room. I play with Dominic for a while - it is his birthday party afterall, and then go back to the room. Just in time to see Rowan vomiting into a trashcan. Now I'm starting to think it's me.

But that's not all.

So we don't have to worry about Roswell - we made a reservation at the local Petsmart hotel, but in checking shot records found that she was due for a couple. We got those done on the Friday before, but then were told that we had to wait 24 hours before she could stay in the kennel. This was after being told it would be just fine to have her stay after getting her shots.

Still bad.

So, now we have had to make three trips back and forth from the hotel to take her out. About a 90 minute trip.

So we get up on Sunday morning, Rowan comes into the room saying he is doing better. and then procedes to vomit again while I'm in the shower and Jenny is travelling home to walk Roswell.

All in all not the best weekend ever.

Now I'm traveling for work this week, and I'll either spend the time waiting to get the stomach flue, or having the stomach flu - sweet.