I Can Almost Hear the Ocean Now

One of the several things that have been put off due to our inability to find a freakin’ house has been a vacation. We have been very lucky the last year and have gone to Disney World with Three twice. He’s been 3 times, and he is not even Three yet (and if the stupid airlines would cooperate and give out a dirt cheap flight for our anniversary weekend he’ll go a fourth time in June, but that is not looking good). The last two trips have included my parents. Which has been fabulous and we have been very lucky that Three has them around to spoil him and take him on vacation – and foot a good part of the bill. But we haven’t gone anywhere just the three of us. Really, other than a stupidly quick trip to Baltimore in ’09 and our road trip to Boston a couple weeks ago, Three hasn’t been anywhere other than WDW.

This was not working for me.

Not that I haven’t been trying. I whine about wanting to go to a beach just about every time the husband asks what I want to do on a weekend. And then he comes back all practical like and says things like ‘downpayment’ and ‘closing costs’ and ‘college savings’. And then I forward him whatever email the Aruba tourism people have sent me recently. Last summer, I told The Husband that I would totally settle for going to the Jersey Shore. For a single day! And then he got himself scheduled for a conference call that day and there went that plan. Don’t think that hasn’t been brought up A LOT. Especially during conversations (aka fights) that have absolutely nothing to do with it.

Anyway, after a particularly brutal couple weeks for The Husband (ironically right before we went to Disney in March), he was FINALLY  beaten down enough that he agreed we should do another vacation this year, just the three of us. All is took was the husband working like 20 hours a day for 3 or 4 weeks straight, after working 16 hour days for 8 weeks or so, and suddenly he saw the value in some surf and sand.

For a brief moment, I was WINNING.

But then we had to agree on where to go.

Aruba was my first choice. To windy for Three, to long of a flight. No Mexico. No Dominican Republic (it is attached to Haiti after all). No Jamaica. The list of no’s got bigger & bigger.

So, I gave up, and chatted with my aunt who runs a travel agency. And then boom done.

Three will be celebrating his Third (OMG) birthday in Puerto Rico.

Somehow, I think that means Three is one the winning, but at least the sand will be between my toes whilst we build sandcastles. FINALLY.