Dancing and Puking!

YALL DIDN'T KNOW MY MOMMA COULD DANCE! me neither. Well, that is not even my story.

A couple of weeks ago, which happened to be the Alabama/Georgia game, me and my family went to a wedding reception. This was a beautiful reception with lots of food and dancing. The kids loved it. They danced till they couldn't dance anymore. We thought they would all be passed out on the way home and we would have it made. (so much for thinking)

People involved: Me,Mom,Wendy,Rylie,Alayna,Aubree, and Carter.

So we are getting ready to go home and we all pile in my vehicle (yes we all fit, it holds 8). As, we crank up W gets a text from sister S because we have her son while they are out for her B-day. She says, make sure Carter has plenty of air in the car and don't watch a movie because he gets car sick. So, we are making sure Carter is ok the whole way down the curvy mountain and he is fine.
About half way down the mountain Aubree starts saying, momma my belly hurts. So, I play off like she either wants out of her seat or she might need to do #2. So, she says it a couple more times. I am saying, ok we will get out in just a minute because I planned on getting gas right down the road. Low and Behold this is the weekend that 1 out of 10 gas stations have gas. So, I go on down to the next stop which is several miles and right as I pull up to get in line to get gas she explodes. Rylie was sitting the closest to her and was thankful he was not in the splash zone. She was not joking. Her belly was hurting. So, here we are 1 frantic mother, 2 adults,4 kids and one big mess to clean up. As if this was not bad enough.
I get her out and start cleaning her up and look its my turn to get gas. So, I jump back in the car to pull up and what do you know, the dvd player had been on for a few seconds and now the battery is dead. Great!
So, this nice man on his cell phone next to me jumps me off after I interrupted his conversation (as if I cared at this point). Now, I move up, cut the car off, STUPID!!!! Not thinking it needed to charge and wouldn't crank back. As I was thinking W says OH NO! YOU CUT THE CAR OFF.
I HOLD BACK WORDS!
So, I am pumping gas trying to scope out the next nice person to jump me off AGAIN and the gas keeps cutting off. So, me and W think that it is not pumping any gas but still running up the bill. She goes in and tells them that it didn't give us any gas because the gas hand had not went up any. Note to self: A battery is what makes everything on the dash work, including the gas hand. So, when we got jumped off the second time we noticed the gas hand had went up, so we go back in a say oops, it did give us gas. SO NEVER MIND.
FINALLY, we are on our way. Aubree wearing C. vest. (Thank goodness he was dressed in layers) Aubree had to be buckled up beside me in the backseat while W drove. Because her carseat was not suitable to be sat in. I know you can imagine how the ride home went. Besides the smell! Praying we didn't have a wreck or get pulled over. We survived but I know you have got to be wondering where my hubby is at during all this.

BACK TO THE BALLGAME. He chose to go to some church friends house to watch the game with allot of other church friends. I tried to talk him into going with me but he said he felt bad to not go there because he had already made plans. I sure hope he had fun! I could have used his help.