Yeah well next time its your turn. Booms a loud male voice coming from the hallway.
I open my eyes and try to focus on the alarm clock to check out what time it is. Only the clock isnt on my side of the bed like at home. I had forgotten in my fatigue that I'm in a Hotel room. So the clock is on Dhs side. This involves a lot more commitment to movement than I actually want to do in order to check out the time. It can't be wake up time yet. I'm still too tired. I sit up to read the clock over my lump of a husband.
The clock reads 4:36.
Humph. Too early for me but apparently not to early for Mr. Boomingvoice in the hallway. He continues to banter back and forth with someone for a few minutes. I come to realize that while the Best Western may be clean it is not soundproof. Even Dh wakes ups.
What time is it? He asks because like me he thinks the clock is on my side, which makes me the holder of the time.
4:30
Ugh He mumbles and then suddenly opens his eyes as smiles sweetly and says Happy 40th Birthday!.
I melt a bit.
I'm still tired but not enough to go back to sleep. So I try to cuddle up into him and hope his sleepyness is catching. I can hear his breathing settle rhythmically and know hes where Im not. Asleep.
I wish I could slip back into dreamland. Im not a great sleeper. According to my Mother I never was. After three kids and many nights of broken sleep my body and I have come to an agreement. It needs 4 hours of straight sleep. Its programmed not to ask for more than that. Now that the kids are older and sleeping better (notice I didnt say sleeping through the night) I really need to re-program my body. But that wasnt going to happen today. I was wide-awake.
I lay quietly in bed for some time willing myself to go back to sleep.
I started thinking about all the things I had planned for this weekend and soon I was too excited to even think about sleeping. How could I possibly sleep when in a few hours I would be on my way to Disney?
I looked over at Dh who was having no trouble sleeping. Around 5:30 I quietly slipped into the shower.
By the time our wake up call at 7am I was fully dressed and had re-read all the restaurant menus I had printed out and highlighted my choices for the weekend.
I greeted Dh brightly-probably too enthusiastically for the time of day.
Its my birthday and Ill go to Disney if I want to, go to Disney if I want, go to Disney if I want to I sang to the tune of Its my party and Ill cry if I want to.
He put a pillow over his head. Im not sure if it was my singing or my energy he objected to.
Come on Hon, Its time to get up and go. Ive been waiting
. I whined, pouted and I even crossed my arms with a huff. Hmm.. I wonder where the kids get this from?
With reluctance he got up and showered. Why is it that the men take so much longer to get ready?
All the while he had to listen to comments from me like Did I tell you space mountain was closed for refurbishment? and Dont forget we get to order appetizers and desert since were on the deluxe menu.
After what seemed like forever we were ready to head down for breakfast.
Breakfast is something else that Dh takes longer at than me. Hes not one to be rushed while eating. Since I knew we werent having a real meal until dinnertime when we would be in WDW
I encouraged him to make as many trips back up to the breakfast buffet that he liked. I knew it would be worth it to keep him happy even though it was killing me. I watched the news program they had on the TV and read some of the newspaper. Somewhere between watching him consume his fourth and fifth helping I had all I could take. I could wait no longer. I left him there eating breakfast and went on with my day.
I packed up our luggage, made a final sweep of the hotel room and loaded up the car. I was trying to maximize our time and keep Dh as happy as possible. Usually the loading of the luggage and the final hotel room sweep are done by him. Usually I make a point of not doing any jobs or chores that fall into Dh's realm. But today waiting for him to get around to doing his usual chores meant losing out on Target time.
My plan was to hit Target this morning before our flight. Our flight left around noon so we didn't have to be at the airport until after 10. I know Target opens at 8am so I figured I could spend about an hour there. Which by the way is about 55 minutes too long for Dh. Why I didnt think about leaving him at the hotel room and going myself Im not sure. Hindsight is 20/20 as they say.
Finally Dh pronounced himself done. He took a banana with him just in case. Im thinking hes going to have to leave the banana in the Van all weekend and its going to smell up the place but I didnt want to argue with him. I let him have his banana. I would deal with this later. I needed Dh to be in a happy mood when I was about to go on a spending spree at Target.
In fact I had yet to mention the idea of a morning trip to Target to Dh yet. I waited until he was totally stuffed and happy before hitting him up with it.
"I was thinking that since we're all packed up and ready to go that we could quickly go to Target now."
"You were, were you?"
Dh responded with a witty remark about going back to our room and getting our money's worth but I was determined to get my Target trip in. He relented. Actually he wanted to price compare some electronic stuff anyhow.
So we checked out and plugged in our GPS. Richard quickly found us the closest Target. Did I mention my fondness for Richard? The fact that he can locate the closest Targets and such just endears him closer to my heart.
Here is a picture of the Best Western. You can see the shuttle in the driveway they use to take you to the airport if you park there.
Here's Dh and I eager to head out shopping. Okay so maybe it was just me that was eager.
When we got to the van Dh suddenly remembered something. He rushed around bags looking for it. It was a note from the kids wishing me a Happy Birthday.
Very sweet. I read them, hugged them to my heart and then gave Dh a big hug.
"You know it's not too late to get our Hotel room key back again? You sure you would rather go shopping?" Dh asked hopefully.
Not a chance buster. I had Target on the brain.
Target was about 10 minutes away from the Best western. It was 8:25 am when I first saw the Red sign.
Ahhh.
Seeing the Target sign is almost as exciting as the first castle sighting for me. I love Target that much.
Once I entered those double doors and grabbed my plastic cart I was off. I ignored Dh. I have no idea what he did or where he was for my time there. I know he didnt eat his banana. Frankly I didnt care what he did. This was my time. I flew from department to department filling up the cart with potential purchases. Stuff for me, the kids, the house. You name it-if it tickled my fancy I put it in the cart.
I drive Dh crazy when I shop so it was just as well that he stayed away. He doesnt like my theory to shopping. I grab anything that looks like a possibility and put it in my cart. I sort through the stuff later. So by the end of my store tour I have a pretty full cart. It never fails to give Dh a coronary looking at the pile of stuff in my cart.
I dont mean to buy everything in the cart though. I still need to sort. So when Im back at the front I grab another empty cart, move off to the side and then I start deciding whether the things are worth buying or not. I dont have to double back through the store looking for something later. Its all in my cart with me. Its kind of like a power shop. Anyhow it works for me and my thinking patterns. I feel it saves time. Dh feels otherwise. But then, he doesnt like shopping anyhow so his opinion doesnt count. And it is my birthday. So there. Is there a smilie that sticks their tongue out?
That trip I ended up with a new pair of school shoes for me, black flats that are still sporty enough for gym class but dressy enough not to look like running shoes and a new pair of Capri pants. I bought a few items for each of the kids (mostly sporty stuff like the boys got shorts made out of the quick dry material and PJs). A couple food items that we cant get in Canada like Cookie Crisp cereal, Rice Chex, Cheery Coke, rainbow goldfish and pink icing covered animal crackers. Nothing for Dh though. All in all I spent a little over $120 American. Not too bad for a power shop. But I need to backtrack. There was a problem with my purchase.
I swiped my card through the machine at the cash myself and waited for the screen to show the rectangle I needed to sign my John Henry to. I saw Dh hovering nearby. Good he wasnt at the cash to see the actual total.
I was hoping to keep the actual amount from Dh at least for now. Eventually he will see the bill but since we were on vacation mode we dont talk prices. It makes our vacation all that much more enjoyable for us all to save the money talk until we get home. Even the kids know the drill. Let Mommy pay. It's sort of an unspoken agreement.
It waited for some time for the familiar "sign here" screen to arrive.
It never came.
Instead I got an "Oh dear" from the cashier.
This is never a good sign.
It seems our joint credit card wasn't working.
I had to call Dh over to pay for it with his business card.
I was mad at him thinking he hadn't paid our latest credit card bill. Of course we were also worried that someone might have used our card and now it was over it's limit. We weren't very pleasant with each other.
We called the credit card company from the store. It seems that our last month's bill was paid (I had some apologizing to do to Dh) but that there was recent suspicious activity on it. For my own security the credit card company was putting a hold on the card. The suspicious activity turned out to be me. I had been out to Seattle and Vancouver lthe weekend before and now here I was in Buffalo New York trying to use it again. I had to answer some security questions to get the hold released. Then I informed them that we were heading to Disneyworld. I needed my card to while in Disney. The credit card company noted our Disney vacation in my account. They said it would be ready to use.
With our Target purchases loaded into the Van and my apologies expressed we took off for the airport again.
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I guess it's a good thing that this continues to happen even after 15.5 years of marriage, right?
Way to delay him though!
Your dh's frugal ways make me giggle - there are certainly similarities with my dh
Love when that happens. Boo for no Target... you'll have to buy even MORE once you finally get there!
Glad you could be with us!I LoLed in real life at the part about the adult store.
She was after me for a Louis Vuitton bag last year for Christmas....yeah....cause I'm going to buy a 16year old an LV bag:rotfl
That won't be happening this year, but how cute is Jasmine, how well she knows her mommy
I do have to buy a 3 hole punch though, I can't get my airline itinerary into my duotang.....it's bothering me...hang on, maybe I am a little OCD
I laughed so hard at the "wink" references - that is SO my dh too! 
