Coming home is always the hardest part of a vacation. This is often because it’s hard to return to the daily grind – work, school, daycare, whatever. Last night was no different for me. Not because I didn’t want to come home from our camping trip. Because Mrs. Translator was vomiting uncontrollably.
Yep. That’s right. Vomit has a way of ending events. I know from experience.
Vomit at a movie? Time to leave.
Vomit at the grocery store? Time to stop shopping.
Vomit at a restaurant? Time to stop dining there.
Vomit on a date? Time to find another date.
Vomit at the amusement park? Time to get another hotdog and try another ride.
Vomit on a camping trip? Wait a few hours to see if vomit recurs. Vomit again? Think about leaving the night before scheduled departure. Vomit a third time? Get Babygirl Translator and Girl Translator into the car and drive for two hours at midnight because Mrs. Translator wants to vomit in her own toilet, and let your remaining family break camp the next morning.
And who can argue with that? I got a nice warm shower at 2 AM, I got to sleep in my own bed, and I got a whole weekend of camping with no cleanup.
Awesome. It was just an awesome trip.
Has anyone else had an interesting way to end a vacation? Can you help me translate?