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Christopher playing in the backyard

April 4th, 2013

I heard the groaning shortly after we fell a sleep. It was late at night Monday, merging into early morning Tuesday, so I assumed my son was having a nightmare. 

I reached back with my right arm and gave him a light shake thinking that would wake him up from whatever it was that was causing him distress. 

"There you go. There you go. All better now," I said half a sleep. 

The night went fast and before I knew it I was greeted by my youngest son who jumped on me from the second bed. 

"Okay. Okay. I'm up," is all I could muster up. 

My eyes were still closed but my ears were wide open and they over heard Nico's moans again. 

Shit, he's sick- I thought. 

I immediately opened my eyes and stared at the wall. I had to formulate a game plan. This was our last day in Disney and we were about to embark on a long road trip home. The last thing I wanted to do was drive almost 3 hours with a sick kid in his car seat. 

I stumbled to my feet and gingerly walked to the bathroom sink to rinse my face off. I had to get alert and the cold water sent a shock to my body alerting me it was time to get this show on the road. 

I walked over to Nico and saw that he was curled up in a ball. I ran my hands down his body but he did not feel as if he was running a fever. Could it be a stomach flu? My thoughts went running through my mind trying to retrace the food that we had the day before during our adventure to the Magic Kingdom. 

I realized that everything he ate Christopher and I ate too. And we were fine. 

“Hmmm, what did you eat that I don't know about?,” I said out loud while standing over him. 

I knew I had to feed my youngest son who was not sick at all. We were on the go so much that week of  Spring Break, from boating to traveling to Disney and going to Epcot and the Magic Kingdom that the day before today, he fell asleep at 5 o’clock PM and slept right on through until morning, so I knew he had to eat.

I got Christopher dressed and then I turned to Nico and I was able to get him out of bed. Maybe the fresh air on our walk to the resort restaurant would do him some good. We were staying at the Pop Century Resort in Disney. It is a value resort on their property and it was a true value at the spring break rate of 200.00 a night. And the room itself was no frills.

It had all the Disney charm you would expect in the decor but the room itself was bare bones. It didn’t offer too many amenities that the other resorts had but what can one expect from Disney's version of bargain prices for their self proclaimed Value rooms. And for me I have to pay a little extra for a preferred room that is close to the pool and restaurants. They have to be in walking distance since I am by myself. It is just convenient for me and I have to pay for convenience. But don’t we all?

Christopher and I ate breakfast and Nico just nibbled on toast and a little bit of milk. He just wasn’t in the mood. 

“Okay boys, lets go home.”

Back at the hotel room, I do my best to pack up. Old spoiled clothes are placed in a clean trash bag that I took from an unused trash can and everything else is just shoved in a nook or a cranny of a the suit case. The one thing that I keep preserved is the autographed picture that was sent to use directly from Micky Mouse. I mean it was personalized to us with our names so it had to Mickey. He signed it!

I manage to get us out of our room past the check out time of 11 o‘clock AM. I packed the luggage up and got the boys snug in their car seats. Before closing the back hatch I noticed that the souvenir popcorn bucked was sitting on the rear seat.

“I better place this up front for you Nico,” I said out loud while I tossed it to the front of the van.

As the rear hatched automatically closed I heard a loud burp from Nico. I knew. I rushed to his side and before I could grab the bucket he unloaded whatever it was in his stomach that made his night a nightmare. 

He projected it everywhere. Over the iPad, me, the car seat, the car floor, until I was able to reach over him and grab the bucket. But, by then the damage was done. 

“It’s okay buddy,” I said as he cried, “will get this.”

I grabbed the iPad (thank God for secure cases) and i gingerly walk to the drivers side of the minivan. After I get in I drive as close to our old room as possible. I grabbed the boys and the luggage and hurriedly walk back to the room. The key doesn’t work.

Fuck!-  I yell in my head

“Hmm its okay boys will figure it out.”

I looked over at the rooms were room service was cleaning and noticed that one of the doors was propped open with the security bolt. Do it- whispered in my ear.

I grab the boys and enter the freshly cleaned room. As I shut the door, I reach into the maid cart and grab 3 extra towels. Christopher laid on the floor and played with his toy monorail. I grabbed Nico, and with his clothes on, I place him in the shower. As the water rushed down on him I stripped him of his clothes and washed him off. As he sat there and allowed the water to rush over him, I feverishly cleaned the iPad case. Once he was clean as well as the iPad, I get him dressed and reapplied the iPad case. I couldn’t shower so a bath in the sink had to do for me. 

“Alright guys lets go home, take 2”

We walked out of the room. My sudden presence startled the maid. “Oh, hey love the room.” I said, “I shall report this to the cleaning inspectors of America. Great job.” I reach in my pocket and handed her whatever cash I had in there.

As we drove off into the morning sunrise I could only shake my head and wonder how the hell I just did that. It’s always an adventure in my world.

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