Well, that Big Trip Energy quickly turned to anxiety. As we are standing in line to get on the plane, Wes turned to me, admitting it was exactly the wrong time, and said he felt really sick. StupendousMom (trademark pending) quickly rolled out the pepto tablets, the vomit bag, baby wipes, and her own emergency jumpstart system. As we inched up toward the plane, StupendousMom proactively asked the attendent for a Sprite. The attendent said, while giving him the Sprite, that they are not allowed to fly with sick passengers and if someone is sick, they have to take them off the plane. We were seated in 3 groups of 2s, and I sent the others away so I could sit next to Wes. Dwayne does not understand my curt, one-word explanations and pointed looks, so I text him on the group chat, which prompts Piper to say (VERY) aloud, “Why are you and Wes going to get kicked off the plane?”
My death look did not paralyze her– but I think it shut her up for a bit. She wasn’t my main concern. Kyla thought I was mad at her because I didn’t let her sit next to Wes. That wasn’t my main concern either. [Book Group this is for you. Yes, yes, I’ve no more fucks to give/ My fucks have runneth dry.]
Wes waited until most were seated before vomitting into the bag. And then another bag. All while we’re pretending it’s not happening and I’m whisper-reminded him to close up the bag to keep the smell down while rubbing his back. Once he had nothing left in him, he felt great and fell asleep, leaving me holding bags of vomit until we get through the turbulence and I can crawl over my sleeping son to dispose in the bathroom.
I am done mothering for the week.
And Piper is suspiciously cheerful for not sleeping at all on the red-eye. This does not bode well. Also, I think Wes will forgo the KFC before the next flight.
But, auspiciously, JFK was easy to navigate and we left intact.
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PS: Why, why, why do both JFK and KFC have F as their middle name? I think I’ve covertly shared my opinion.
PPS: If you are over age, and not my mother, I was quoting this song.
Needopedia 
Hi Denise:
The title of “Stupendous Mom” Is appropriate here. It appears you single handedly saved a vacation.
Your Mother decided to join me at the exercise/balance group at the YMCA. Apparently, she has been considering this for some time. We start tomorrow morning. As married seniors we get a slight discount.
In addition to the exercise group, I am starting to ride a stationary bike. I returned to the medical group that shot plenty of pain killers plus some medicine in my groin to seal bones in my hip against arthritis. It worked! I have considerably less pain in my groin. This is a temporary measure that will eventually be repeated or a new hip. I would have preferred a new hip and got the permanent cure, but I guess I have to play the medical game. I have some pain in my butt from a tendon. I still limp, although considerably less than before the shot. It hurts most when I go to bed causing a delay going to sleep. Riding a bike is supposed to cure the tendon problem. I have my doubts. I had one session Wednesday—it hurt and will ride some tomorrow. I still have the hip bursitis and have scheduled another shot of cortisone later this month.
Have a great vacation in New York. I appreciate the email.
Dad
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