Remember when you were in high school and were so excited about the big dance? You planned for weeks, dreaming of how perfect the dance was going to be. Then you went to the dance. Maybe my expectations were always too high, but the dance was always a bit of a disappointment.
As many of you know, I was very excited to take the kids to their first Hawkeye game. (More excited than any stupid dance.) Then the weekend came -- but it wasn't really a disappointment. It was a disaster.
1. Five hour drive to our hotel, which wasn't even in Iowa City. Pouring rain, completely stopped on the interstate for how long. And one extremely crabby hubby.
2. Water park closed at 10. We got there at 9:45. Sorry, kids. And no, you won't be able to go in the morning since the game starts at 11.
3. Woke up in the middle of the night, in the hotel, with excruciating belly pain that I attributed to endometriosis. I was up much of the night attempting to manage the pain.
4. Got to the tailgater much later than planned because of my condition. Lost our normal parking spot. Drove for 45 minutes to find one. Had to walk forever to get to our tailgater. It really hurt.
5. Tailgated in the rain. Still had major pain.
6. Went to overcrowded, drunken game and climbed to the 38th row (out of 40).
7. Left in second quarter to avoid vomiting on the fans in front of us.
8. After a billion hours on the road, my husband went in to help shingle his mother's house. (This is to point out how crappy Doug's weekend was.)
9. Then hubby took me to the ER as my pain continued to worsen. Doctor diagnosed a twisted bowel.
So, how was your weekend?
Wait! The Hawkeyes were triumphant. I guess that's something. (Kind of like getting to dance with one cute boy at the dance.)
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