Yuba

Oh how I love Yuba!  A week of stress free, relaxed living...normally.  This year was definitely an exception.  We started packing the trailer after church last Sunday and planned to leave as soon as it was ready.  I asked Josh to please unload the dishwasher.  Yikes.  That was the wrong thing to do.  "It's too hard.  I don't think I can do it all.  I don't want to.  It's not fair."  Those are just a few of the excuses and complaints that he used instead of just doing it.  Finally I told him that he could either clean out the dishwasher or he could spend the rest of the day/night in the trailer once we got to Yuba.  Thinking he would hate this, I felt pretty confident that he would clean out the dishwasher.  You'd think I'd have learned by now.  He chose to stay in the trailer.  Great.  Then Mike hears about it.  He tells Josh that it was not an option.  He has to clean out the dishwasher, there was no getting around it.  Well that made Josh upset and the next 20 min were spent with Josh yelling and screaming while Mike took his toys away one by one.   You would think that Josh would understand that to stop Mike from taking away his toys, he needed to stop crying and clean out the dishwasher.  Nope.  Well blah blah blah Josh finally cleans out the dishwasher and we're on our way.
The next day I experience some pain in my stomach/side and come home to try and figure out what's wrong.  They can't find anything and since I'm feeling better I head back down. Tuesday went by without a hitch but on Wed I started feeling sick again.  After being miserable for hours and unable to sleep, I finally leave Yuba to come home and be sick in my own bed.  Thursday I feel quite a bit better and head off to play on our coed softball team.  Before the game's over (which I didn't play in) I'm feeling that sharp stabbing pain in my side again.  I spend that night miserable.  The next morning, Friday, I see the Dr. who orders a cat scan.  Unfortunately this won't take place until Monday and I'm dreading the thought of having to drink all the nastiness that they gave me.
So while I was pretty much MIA, poor Josh got this:

Poor guy.  His life jacket had been rubbing against his chin all week and now he looks awful.  What a great way to start the school year.  His teacher's going to think he has some kind of a disease or something.  Also, he missed 'back to school' day because I was at the dr's office so he doesn't even know who his teacher is and school starts tomorrow.  Yikes.  I'm so nervous for him.  Oh well.  He says that he had a blast at Yuba and I'm sure he did.  He even went on the tube multiple times out of his own free will and choice.