The Hardest Vacation

This weekend was our yearly family camping trip. It was one of the hardest and most stressful vacations ever. Going without my love and being 7 months pregnant was not easy. 

I am already hormonal and very emotional just because I am pregnant but having to deal with crying kids and storms didn't help. I cried on the way up to Garner because I was remembering all the times we had there. When we get there it's so hot the first night we hardly sleep any. Then we wake up to sprinkling early Thursday morning so we have to put up our tarps to keep our things dry.

Thursday was a nice day after that and we went to the dance. On our way back to the camp site from the dance, the park ranger comes by to let us know there is a storm coming threw. We packed all the loose stuff down and went to the grill for dinner. It was no normal storm. It hailed golf ball size pieces and a tornado came threw. We had no dry clothes or blankets so we had to pack everything up and try to find a hotel.

Luckily we found one and the manager was gracious enough to let us stay. The whole town was out of power and we had to walk up the stairs and use flash lights to get to the room. I was so upset. It seems like everything I try and do keeps backfireing on me. Emma and Dinkie were really looking forward to this trip and this is how it turned out. 

We ended up going back Friday and the weather was beautiful the rest of the time. All our friends showed up and Emma had a blast. They ended up taking Emma hiking up Old Baldy. Every year we write on a rock and add it to the top of the pile, this year Emma wrote," I ❤️ Daddy. Love, Emma". 

I broke down when Emma was at the dance and kept talking about how she would danced with her daddy. I broke down when I heard a song he would make me two step with him to. I broke down at the sight of every daddy dancing with a little girl or evey happily married couple.
That was suposed to be us. Waking up this morning to the sounds of kids telling their daddies happy Father's Day really hurt. Just walking around and seeing all the Fathersday things was torture. I can't help but feel that this is not fair. My baby should not have to go threw this, I should not have to go threw this. 

Dinkie wanted to go to go to San Antonio to Big Lou's to have a pizza for Fathers day and we made sure to do that today. We had a large group of friends and family meet us there and we all tackled the 42" pizza. Dinks record was 5 slices and we had two friends try to beat it and if we would have had enough pizza left they both would have. Collin ended up eating six slices since his daughter didn't eat her slice. 

After the pizza we went down to Market Square and Mi Tierra to get cookies and shop at the market for a bit. We ended our trip at Buccees. We really love that place. 

This was the worst vacation by far and it was not because I didn't have fun. It's because the one person I wanted there the most wasn't physically there. I keep getting told it will get easier with time but it doesn't really feel like it. I hope it does though. I know the pain won't ever go away but I hope I can keep it together at least for my babies.