Vacation confessions

So, I feel a tad bit guilty for writing about my somewhat selfish vacation thoughts, but the hormones are making me do it.

{How much longer do you think I can blame the ole' 'mones for selfish thoughts? Maybe they just come out to play as soon as I sit down at my computer? Probably.......ahem......}

Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, after the Cart Man had been put down for the night, Chad and I were talking about when our next vacation will be. Nothing too deep, just a "Hey babe, when's the next time you want to go on a vacation?" type of conversation. Purely hypothetical. 

As soon as the words airily came out of my mouth, Chad did one of those 

"HA!-'s"

Now me, being my cool, sporty self, asked what the heck did such an enthusiastic "ha" mean?

And then he started talking logistics.

That's right, it turned into a logistics talk.

{There was still a light-hearted tone floating about the room, but as soon as you turn the ole' logistics corner, it's sayonara, hypothetical situation. You know you know what I'm talking about!}

"Well, babe, if you really think about it, I'm probably going to be staying home with you and Babe #2 for a good portion of my PTO {blessed paid time off, how I love you!}, and then I'll use the rest of it for Christmas or some other cool holiday, so chances are we probably won't be taking any plane rides until half way through 2013, don't ya think, babe?"

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah.

2013?!

No!

And this coming from a guy who loves to travel!

As soon as that wretched year came out of his mouth, the hormones came out of hiding.

"What?! No way! We are young and fun and we are not waiting until the end of time to go on a simple vacation! That's just not happening!"

Now, I'll admit, psycho girl over there {me} hadn't really thought that response through. Of course what Chad said had been perfectly logical. What made me think I was even going to want to leave my two perfect children during the year of 2012 anyway? But 2013?! It might as well be 2062! 

Bottom line is this:

I feel guilty for wanting to go on a vacation with my man less than a year after Babe #2 makes his/her appearance, but I refuse to let us lose our fun, spontaneous, cool-beyond-all-doubt selves. That just is not going to happen around here! I don't care if I have to threaten to shave my head in order to force the situation, it would be worth it!

So, in response to my hormonal outburst, I informed him that if the two of us were not going to be jet-setting anywhere any time soon, then we were packing up the kids and taking a few gosh darn long road trips, because life without vacations is just not happening over in these parts.

{I know, I know. I sounds selfish and spoiled. You know what though? Too bad! It's important to do fun things with your man/fam, instead of turning into old folks during your twenties! IMPORTANT, I tell you!}

Luckily for Chad's well-being, he agreed with me and we shook on it. 

Cheers to keeping the young and fun flame alive, albeit via bullying the husband into submission! 

Woohooo!

Thank goodness there's no other group of people I'd rather be on a road trip with than my family. Whew!