We arrived home last night. The drive took a bit longer than expected because we had to keep stopping for . . . a sick kid! This time it was Miss M who was sick. Poor thing! Before we left that morning, she had been feeling a little sick and frequented the bathroom. We made a potty stop because she said needed to go, and we didn't want to take any chances. We were about 20 minutes from the next town and suggested if she had to go that bad, she could go outside. (Yuck, I know. Not as bad as a nasty carseat though.) She got really upset and said, "I just don't go poo-poos in the grass! I am not a doggy!" We found a gas station 10 minutes away, and she ended up tossing her breakfast in the bathroom. Gross place. I'm very happy that it wasn't a mess in the car though. It was pretty pitiful. She started to cry, "I think I must be sick!"
We had to make a few more stops. Luckily, we had some ginger essential oil with us which seemed to do the trick at calming her tummy the rest of the way.
On top of that, Miss M and Mr. T both had stuffy noses as well and seemed to be feeling pretty blah. The drive took two hours longer than normal.
After this trip and the trip we took at the end of June where Mr. T was very sick in the car, I'm dreading all upcoming car trips.