Scott and I haven't gone on a real vacation in years. More specifically, Scott and I haven't gone on a real vacation since we had kids. Scratch that - we did go to San Diego with Ashley right before she turned one. In fact, the day after we got back is the day we found out I was pregnant with twins.
Then we needed another vacation.
Unfortunately, that vacation has yet to happen. Granted, we've gone places here and there for weddings and the like, but a true, relaxing, leave all your worries (and your children) behind vacation has continued to elude us.
But this year, we decided enough was enough, and we were GOING on vacation. We tossed around various ideas:
- At first Paris was a top contender, but then we decided we needed something less exciting and more relaxing. And maybe something a little closer to home in case one of the kids exploded or something while we were gone.
- Then we tossed around Key West, but since I went there for a work retreat a few years back I didn't really have the hots to go back again so soon. I remember it being very muggy and colorful and swirly - granted, I was drunk or hungover the majority of the time I was there, but I still think that's probably a pretty accurate description.
- Then I brought up San Francisco, and Scott said "Why would I want to go to San Francisco?" And I said "Well, why wouldn't you want to go to San Francisco?" And then we realized we were at an impasse and moved on.
- Then Scott brought up going down to Jupiter, FL to watch St. Louis Cardinals' spring training. I looked at him like he was from the planet Jupiter and that put an end to that.
Hilton Head, South Carolina
Perfecto! Close, but not too close. Warm, but not too warm. Not San Francisco and not baseball spring training. It met all of our carefully thought-out criteria.
So then we did all the planning that accompanies a trip out-of-town sans children - we arranged for Scott's mom to watch the kids, worked out some good flying times, cleared it with my work schedule, etc. Then tonight, I went to trusty expedia.com and double and triple checked all the dates and flight times and fees and passenger names and clicked on BOOK IT.
And then all of a sudden a price change popped up. No worries, it was a small one. BOOK IT.
Oops, I need to enter Scott's credit card number again, but he'd gone upstairs to check on Aidan who'd started crying. Tick tock, tick tock, okay Scott's back. Enter card number again. BOOK IT.
"We cannot process your card number at this time." Say what? That can't be right. BOOK IT.
"We just told you we cannot process your card number at this time." Also, Aidan started crying again. At this point, we decided that Scott would call expedia's customer service line while I went to take care of the boy. Tick tock, tick tock, okay I'm back. Scott's still on the phone.
Apparently, the expedia automated customer service lady had informed Scott that there may be "excessive wait times" to speak to a customer service agent due to the blizzard-palooza going on over in the east coast.
Oh, sweet little expedia. Let me tell you, I know a thing about excessive wait times. I've been waiting for this vacation for years. Years, I tell you. A little extra wait time on the phone is not going to stop me from planning this vacation tonight. BOOK IT.
But then after awhile we were still on hold. And I wanted my laptop back. And the hold music was really annoying. And I had started to worry that maybe clicking BOOK IT multiple times had not been my smartest move, as I might have unwittingly charged Scott's card for 3+ simultaneous trips to Hilton Head. So we hung up, defeated, and decided to check back tomorrow.
But my mind has already started to overthink things. Was this a sign? Maybe we're not meant to go on vacation this year. Maybe the crying babies and expedia malfunctions and blizzard conditions are all trying to tell us that we shouldn't book it. That our vacation is just not meant to be. That we're supposed to stay here, in town, for the rest of our lives.
Nah, that can't be. But just in case, I'll add on the travel insurance tomorrow. BOOK IT!