I've Got Plane Tickets

Well, we've shopped and talked and shopped and fussed and wrangled and shopped -- I've gone round and round and round, trying to figure out how I could get to go visit Xander and his parents while minimizing the impact on our family in terms of time away and financial burden. I'd convinced myself that I could book a trip on Greyhound, leave in the middle of the night just after school breaks for the Christmas holiday, sleep the whole way there, crash on the floor at the kids' place, and then do the 28 hour trip home and be here in time for Christmas. Total cost for that adventure (except for food along the way) -- $181.00.

Except He just couldn't get comfortable with that idea, and I don't do things He isn't comfortable with. He worried about how many times I'd have to change buses along the way, how I'd cope with the lack of sleep and the lengthy travel times. He worried and worried and worried.

And then I got sick, and just quit caring. I have felt too crummy to think much and surely wasn't up for negotiating travel plans with Him much less with the purveyors of travel. Just contemplating that makes my head hurt and my stomach churn.

He, however is not sick, and for whatever reason, in the last couple of days, as I've wallowed miserably on the couch, He's been like a travel arrangement pitbull. He has scoured the web looking at options and fares and costs, and somewhere along the line, the discussion shifted from travel by bus to travel by plane. He worked and worked and worked until He found a great fare and a reasonable hotel rate -- and then He booked it. Done.

I am going to Denver to see the kids and grands. Just before Christmas. Flying and staying in a very simple and inexpensive hotel, but I'll have my own room and a place to shower. I'll rely on the kids to pick me up and get me to and from. I've called and talked with them and they are thrilled and glad to provide transport while I'm there.

Master is the best. Ever. I've got my Christmas present.

swan