Last man standing...and an air show...

So there are a few details I left out of my last blog...although I do recall mention of "the vomit". So I'll bring us all up to speed. Little Abby ushered in the vomit on our first night here in Connecticut, in the hotel, all over the bed. Then two days later Haley jumped on the bandwagon and threw up on the floor of her room, the first night in our new place, with no cleaning supplies to be found. Then two days later little Mia, feeling quite left out decided to end our magical FHE in Mystic (Mystic Pizza, ice cream, walk along the water) by up-chucking in the car on the way home...now wait, we got all our bases covered, right? Hotel, check. New digs, check. Car, check. So a couple days later I thought we were in the clear...but my Outback wasn't sitting so well (I know, Outback! I mean, come on, Friendly's I can understand but not the Outback!) I shared in the girls' wealth, ALL night, times 100. I have never been so sick in my whole entire life. At one point Clark was actually holding me up so I wouldn't fall off the potty OR drop the bucket on my lap...too much information? Come morning I was literally one stomach spasm away from asking for the ER. I spent the entire next day recovering and laying on my back. Then I spent much of today recovering from resting...you know, atrophy and all. (So you can imagine the frustration to my slightly OCDish self that it all puts me 2+ days behind on unpacking...) And remember a couple of blogs ago when I awarded Clark all those points? Multiply that times 2,000,000. He has cleaned vomit from all manner of places this week and is left the lone man in good health. Do we love him? Yes, we do.
And while we're on the subject (not to jinx his health or anything) I have a theory...actually its kind of HIS theory. Clark hardly ever, ever, ever gets sick and you know why? He gargles regularly with Listerine. I hate the smell of it almost as much as I hate swishing with it. The Naval Academy is responsible for his support of this theory. The detailer at the Naval Academy would have all the midshipmen line up with their mouths open and spray Listerine down the line to keep them all from getting sick during Plebe summer to cover up the fact that they are really trying to kill them ("the Count insists on everyone being healthy, before they're broken".)
So now I am trying to figure out how to line up a 1,4 and 5 year old each night before bed, take a squirt of Listerine without crying out in pain or swallowing...pass along any advice because we are NOT doing this week again.
So, on to more pleasant things...
We had to get out of the house today, you know, fresh air. Yesterday we saw a commercial for an Air Show and off we went.
We attended the Rhode Island Air National Guard Show at Quonset Point complete with cargo planes, trick planes, really loud planes and the Blue Angels (they are the only ones I know by name...)
It was a lot of fun. The girls were pleasant, the temperature was mid 70's with a breeze, and the sky was clear...and only one trip to the porta potty (I only gagged once...I AM recovering from the flu remember...) Hopefully just the first of our many excursions of the summer...and I vow that the rest of my documentation won't be prefaced by paragraphs and paragraphs of grotesque stories with too much information...but I can't promise anything, this is after all the realities of my life, the good, bad and the ugly...but hopefully mostly the sweet.