When To Go Home Early

If you are on vacation, various things can happen that make it impossible for your family to enjoy your time together. This year, we decided to go to Kalamata (yes like the olive) to visit a dear friend the day after Christmas. We were set to stay for two nights, but we quickly realized that we may have to cut our trip short.

Christmas night my son threw up all over his bed. He also had a high fever. He’s the little guy so he tends to catch everything. His immune system isn’t as built up as the girls. They have gone to school for years, so they have plenty of opportunities to get sick. It didn’t surprise me when only he got sick. It happens that way quite often. The next day he seemed better with no symptoms at all, so we decided not to cancel our trip.

On The Road

Everything was peaceful. My oldest didn’t even get car sick, which is a miracle. We arrived, checked in at our hotel, and went to meet our friend. They were having a bunch of free activities by the dock, so we went on a nice boat ride. We started to feel hungry so we went to a place we had gone to a previous time. It was fun. We ate burgers, talked to the owner who was also from the US (married to a Greek guy), and went back to the hotel for a nap. We had gotten up early to make the three hour drive.

Before she got sick, enjoying the balcony with her brother.
Before she got sick, enjoying the balcony with her brother.

The Beginning

During the nap, my oldest threw up. She made it to the toilet though, praise the Lord! So we rearranged our plans. My husband, his dad, and the two youngest would go hang out in the city center while my oldest and I watched “You’ve Got Mail,” on the hotel TV. There are mildly inappropriate parts for an 8 year old, just an fyi. She liked the movie. Then after the movie my husband appeared with the kids.

“She threw up on the way home from the park.” He pointed to my other daughter.

She probably got sick at least 8 times during the night, but each time she made it to the bathroom.

Fast Forward

Sometime during the middle of the night, my husband and I joined in on the fun. At least we didn’t need the one bathroom at the same time. I will confess something to you. In the morning, my oldest daughter found me asleep on the bathroom floor and helped me get to the bed. That has never happened to me before! I mean, never. No virus has conquered me so thoroughly as that one did. The next day went ok. We all had fevers, but at least the vomiting ceased. None of us were hungry, besides the three year old, who was starving. I had packed some food, so we let him eat all of it.

Our friend that we went to visit brought a bag of things to help from the pharmacy, which I really appreciated. Especially the club soda.

Dead Dreams

When we first checked into our hotel, I was so excited. The kids could sleep while my husband and I could hang out on the balcony which overlooked the ocean and mountainside. It was an amazing view. But after spending the night on the bathroom floor, I realized that everyone was miserable. When you are miserable, it’s better to be home. At home you can make peppermint tea and watch your favorite movie. It is not fun when you are sick and you don’t have any of the things that normally make your sickness more bearable. A hotel is NOT a fun place to be sick. This is especially true when your bored three-year-old is feeling fine and driving all of the sick family members crazy because he has no toys to play with or movies to watch.

Part of the view from our balcony. There was a mountain on the other side.
Part of the view from our balcony. There was a mountain on the other side.

I Just Want To Be Home

After thinking about our options for several hours, I finally told my husband I wanted to go home. I was willing to suffer and stay if everyone else was feeling better, but that wasn’t the case. We decided to go home early. He already had plans with his dad to see a movie with the girls, so they went. Our youngest girl fell asleep in the theater, poor thing. We left directly after at 11pm and drove for three hours. We had to carry each of the three kids into the flat and put them in bed, but I think it was the right decision. In the morning everyone was happy to be home.

How To Decide

Every situation will be different for each family. Maybe your family deals better with insane and evil viruses than mine does. You know you could have stayed and it would have been fine. Maybe you would have canceled the trip just in case. Then you wouldn’t have missed peppermint tea and toast like we did. Whatever you decide, make sure you communicate to your children why you did what you did. Kids want to know things like that. It helps them with disappointment if there is a “why.”

Hopefully our next trip will be virus free.

Happy travels,

Kristin

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