The suitcases are packed, the kids are bathed and the car is loaded. Boarding passes are printed and other than making sure the dishes are done and the trash is taken out, there is nothing left to do but take the long trip to Atlanta. Tomorrow we fly out to go visit family in Maine. Only one child remembers flying and while the lectures on what not to say at the air port have been frequent, you never know what will come out of these kids' mouth.
Most people who travel, with or without kids, think about climate and activities and pack accordingly. In this house, we have to think about how you pack medication for a two week trip. Do you let the kid who it is prescribed to carry it? Do you carry it with your medication? Are you going to get pulled out of security for having all these drugs? Will your kid be able to explain his conditions and the need for all the meds? Will the grown up be an ass playing twenty questions? These are all questions that go through your head when you travel with a person that has a chronic condition, and we haven't even made it to the airport yet.
We are hoping for a good trip. Medication is packed. Weather has been checked and possible emergencies have been planned for. No one wants to be the reason why a planned activity doesn't happen and no one wants to feel bad on vacation, but its likely to happen. Maybe it won't, but seizures, migraines and Hashimoto's don't really take vacations. The best we can hope for is that we have a good time with the illnesses that we have and that people who don't normally deal with us are kind. Wish us luck!
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