Last night I was sitting on the couch, perusing a travel magazine and drooling over the places I'll probably never go. I am not exactly the best vacation planner. In the last 7 years, I've managed Orlando (twice) and one 7 day cruise.
The cruise was about 4 years ago, and we left Sayde with her grandparents. She was only around 13 months old at the time and it was so hard to be apart from her. The whole time on the ship, all we talked about was "the baby" and my arms felt empty and useless without her in them. Don't get me wrong, we still got hammered in Key West, climbed ancient ruins in Belize, and snorkeled in Cozumel, but we missed our little princess. When we got back to the airport, we could see off in the distance that my parents were waiting with Sayde. I couldn't wait to see her overflow with joy that Mommy and Daddy were home! As we ran over with all our luggage and crappy gifts, Sayde looked up at us from her stroller and said "Who in the fucking hell are these two clowns?". Ok, it was more like a blank stare, but it was completely obvious she had no clue who we were and the last 13 months of 24/7 parenting had been wiped clean. There's a quick chop to the kneecaps for you. Nothing will humble you faster than your own kid not knowing who the fuck you are. After a few hours, she warmed back up and forgave us for abandoning her. Perhaps that's why we've only been able to manage Orlando (again, twice) since then. If we take you to Disney, then we are entrenched in your memory forever; a vague parental figure somehow connected to the Dumbo ride and meeting Tigger.
Anyway, back to my original point. So I'm reading this travel magazine, and this Danube River cruise catches my eye.
"Hey Len, listen to this: a river cruise from Budapest, Bratislava, Vienna, Salzburg, Durnstein, and Passau. That sounds awesome, not something for the kids, but someday just for us. What do you think?"
Meanwhile, Lennie is staring at the computer and only barely listening to me.
"So, you want to go to France?"
"What the fuck? BUDAPEST is not in France."
"Oh, sorry."
Orlando it is.
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Your husband and my fiance would get along swimmingly.
Ha, it sounds like Sayde had the same reaction that Graham had when we got home this weekend. He strolled right past us without so much as a glance and ran to his Grandpa to take him back in the pool. I feel like Rodney Dangerfield complaining about NO RESPECT!
I hope you guys get a trip away, it's so nice to just RELAX and not have someone clinging on you the entire time. Of course, we missed the kids too but that didn't stop us from getting our drink on.
Oh yeah, I experienced that same snub when I had the nerve to go to New York and not cart the 5 month-old Babe with me. I ended up befriending two gay men who had just adopted a baby and were way more stylish about parenting than I could ever dream of being. But when I got back I think she could tell I baby-cheated on her because she gave me the cold shoulder for a week.
Luckily for me, I already live in Orlando. :)
Oh, yea, we've gotten that snub before. Makes it easier to take another trip. Which, DH and I are way over due for. It is funny, as a family we love Disney. But I love Disney even more when it's just him and I. Disney is GREAT sans kids.
Sounds like my husband. I can't talk to him when he is on the computer, cause he never remembers anything that I say to him.
Men. They have a one task mind.
Orlando doesn't sound half bad right about now!
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