We’ve been trying to figure out where to go on vacation this spring. I really, really, really wanted to go to that place in Jamaica. You know, the place with the cook and the nanny and the pool and the beach and someone who would pick up the Cheerios off the floor and cut up all the food into bite size pieces. So heavenly. But, we’re not going there. We’re being responsible and adult about our choices. Stupid adult. As a result, we’ve looked at 8000 websites, pictures, read reviews, hemmed and hawed and have done nothing to confirm anything. Although, we did spend over $300 to get our passports and have them expedited.
One of our dilemmas is finding a place that has 1 bedroom and a living area so that all three of us aren’t in the same room together. Courtney goes to bed at 7:30, 8 is pushing it. I don’t want to go on vacation and go to bed at 8:00. But finding places with suites is hard. And really expensive. We also want an all-inclusive because I’m not cooking or grocery shopping or making a bed. I’m just saying.
So we finally found a place that we liked, has a kids club, good reviews, and wasn’t going to make us poor. The sleeping situation isn’t ideal but we can make it work. And really, with a toddler, we’re not staying up all night partying and drinking and living the high life because she’s going to get up at 7:30 no matter what. But then I was all, eh, and uh, and later and didn’t put in my credit card and was all, “Oooh, I’ll do it tomorrow” and now it’s 4 tomorrow’s later and the place is BOOKED!! UGHGAHKICKMEWHILEI’MDOWN!!! We were looking at 2 different weeks in April, mostly because Paul has the worlds worst allergies and there’s snot and hacking and blowing and man-misery and we were trying to avoid the pollen here to save my his life.
It’s not like it’s the end of the world or anything, we’re going to go but just a little later than planned. I’m going to pull the trigger. Seriously. And we’re going to go on vacation and it’s going to be wonderful and we’ll have a great time. Really, I just wanted to go to that place in Jamaica. They can get a masseuse to come to the house and give me a massage on the beach while someone feeds me grapes and someone else plays with Courtney. OK, not really to the grapes part. Part of my irritation with all of this is the lack of money we have. We can afford a vacation, that’s not the problem. But we have to be smart about how and where we spend it. But when we were both working, we could do almost anything we wanted. We could have rented the house on the beach in Jamaica and I would have booked it 3 weeks ago and I’d be in “I’m too fat to put on bathing suit mode.” But then, if I were working, I wouldn’t get to watch Courtney all day. There’s nothing I love more than watching Courtney dance. And I can’t wait to see her do it on the beach, to the beat of the steel drums.
We haven’t even tentatively set up any vacations – no thoughts of what month or anything – so at least you are ahead of us! can I come in your suitcase?
OH boy, that place in Jamaica sounds awesome. It’ll be decades before we can do something like that. With 4 kids, we need a 3 bedroom place otherwise we drive each other bonkers!! Sounds like you’ll have a great vacation though!!