Puke bags are a must for all vehicles.

Fall Break. It's a blessing and a curse.  It gives us a well needed break from school and routine. But it messes with us too.


We lose track of all things.


We lose track of time.


We have nearly no schedule to follow.


We try to go out of town.

So, our mountain destination is about 4.5 hours for most people. For us, closer to  6 hours I’d say. We just couldn’t seem to get out of town and we can never get anywhere without several potty stops and just when I think we are all set, someone is hungry. It is a viscous cycle.

I needed to stop and switch out a movie at the store and my sweet husband forgot to exit and so there was a 45 minute detour to double back, switch out the movie…then might as well get gas right? Ok, back on the road…

Then we needed to make a stop for an electronics cord (and yes, potty break).

No wonder it takes us so long to get places.

When we were just about there – the end in sight, like 30 minutes left...it all went downhill (on an uphill road).

From the very back of the Suburban, I hear “I have a headache”. Agent P. Slumped over in his chair...

Then I hear “I don’t feel so good”. When I looked back at him, I informed the driver that we needed to pull over…ASAP.

By some miracle (because God is very aware that I cannot handle puke, especially in the vehicle) there was a small opening for us on the side of the road that we pulled into and scooted away from the road a bit.

From here I can only tell you that A-Dog obviously did not understand the urgency in which poor Agent P needed to get out of the truck. They were both in the back, and were trying to climb over the mounds of backpacks, games, blankets and shoes to get out the door. Not to mention getting around the 2 seats in the middle with car seats and 3 year olds. But A-Dog had no sense of urgency. At ALL.

So, A-Dog (for whatever reason) decided to climb out first (again, he was NOT the one that was feeling ill and took a very big chance being in front of Agent P).  Right behind A-Dog I could see my sweet Agent P ready to blow puke all over the middle section of the truck. His sweet cheeks showing signs of releasing, if you get my drift.

I grabbed A-Dog by the arm and somehow pulled him from the truck like saving him from a burning building. I then plucked Agent P and quickly turned him near horizontal to the ground and swooped him about 2 feet from the truck hoping and praying that I didn’t get hit by puke and that he didn’t puke all over himself.

Again, I’m not good with puke.

He proceeded to puke on the ground.

Apparently I have a kid that has a propensity to get car sick on wavy winding roads.

Didn’t know that.

Now I do.

I will bring a bag next time.