Trip to Tulsa: fail

Some trips just shouldn't be made.

We were excited to go out to Tulsa for a Southern Africans cookout at our friends' house. Leigh was looking forward to eating. I was looking forward to talking.

But we ended up running really late (even for us), and discussed whether to go at all. (Red Flag No. 1)

We decided to just go ahead and go, even if we were crazy late. Jill was supposed to be with us, but she wasn't feeling well. (Red Flag No. 2) So it was just the three of us.

Mia is pretty much a doll in the car, and this time was no different. She fell asleep right away. Just as we almost gets to Tulsa, she wakes up. (Red Flag No. 3)

This, my friends, is when we should have given up and gone up. But we pressed up.

That's when Mia threw up everywhere.

Well, because we were on a toll road, there were exactly zero exits within a million miles. We pulled over as fast as we could. Luckily, my sheet from Kristen and Kay's toga birthday party was still in the car! We wiped up everything as quickly as possible.

Then we discovered that the only spare clothes we had in the diaper bag was a shirt that was too small. Sorry, Mia.

We debated about whether to go the cookout or go home. We're almost there. We packed up and drove down the road to find a turn-around, where we had to pay the toll again.

Then Mia immediately perks up. She rallies. She sings and shouts and has a big fun time. She kept eating her foot and laughing hysterically. We totally could have gone to the cookout.


That's when we hit the traffic jam. We just sat on the interstate in park for three hours. Three. Hours.

We should have paid attention to all those red flags. Lesson learned.