Let me start by stating that we live in Canada but have chosen to fly out of the States (mostly for monetary reasons) so we like to leave for the airport the night before and stay overnight. Now you may ask “Is it still cheaper to fly out of the states when you include a hotel stay as well?” and my answer would be “DEFINATLY!”
So when I say we were leaving for the airport I want you to know that we don’t actually get there until the next day. I should probably change the title to read “Leaving for the Hotel by the Airport” but I won’t.
I had to work today. I’m a teacher. I only work part-time and other years I have shared classes with teachers but this year I am what is called a “Prep Teacher”. Meaning I go into other teacher’s classrooms and take over their classes so they can use that time to prepare their lessons.
We have a medium sized school (around 400 kids) and I get to see all the English stream kindergarten and grade one classes. They’re my favorite age groups so I’m pretty happy with it. But although they are my favorite they can be particularly tiring. Which was the case today. Many behaviours were popping up today. I was pretty pooped out by the end of the day.
But I had Disney to look forward to. I also had a staff meeting. So I had to sit through that. DS11 had a piano lesson after school but I had to farm out my other two children to friends because Dh was working late and my parents weren’t arriving until after dinner.
By 5 pm the kids and I were sitting at the table eating my fallback I’m too busy to make a real meal of egg and soldiers. Otherwise known as soft-boiled eggs with toast and in our house it comes with a side of canned pears. Not the best meal in the world but it is quick, the kids all eat it (can’t say that about many other meals) and served with a glass of milk it provides all the four food groups. But where was Dh?
The phone rang. It was he. “He” was running late. Figures.
Dh has a nasty habit of being unavailable and out of the house before a big event like leaving on a trip or having a big party.
In fact I think I will take this time to digress again and familiarize you with Dh’s 40th birthday party. He wanted a party at home. I wanted a party NOT at home. I didn’t want to have to do all the cleaning and preparing needed to host a party. Dh swore up and down that he would DO IT ALL. So I agreed. Actually agreeing is probably too strong a word. I said I wasn’t doing a thing for it or against it.
Now this may seem like hard words. I mean all the man wanted for his 40th was a birthday party at home. Why couldn’t I find it in my heart to help him out with it? After all he went with me to Disney on my 40th earlier in the year. Isn’t throwing this party the least I can do for him?
September is a bad month for teachers. Especially when they just get to move into a brand new school that isn’t even finished on the first day of school. In fact three months later it is still not finished but that is another story. So I knew I was stressed. I agreed to throw a party at another location. I felt I had the energy to pull that together but not to clean our house top to bottom as well as throw a party. Did I mention we had about 75 guests? So we are not talking a small dinner party.
In fact Dh wanted a pig roast. Which is the reason we couldn’t have it at another facility. None of the halls in town would let us roast a pig on the premises. So home it was. And like I mentioned Dh was to do all the preparations.
In his defense he did rent a tent, some jumpy castles, and organize the pig. He even bought plates and napkins and stuff (off a list I gave to him) and he did do some work on the outside of the house and the yard. But did he do anything to the inside of the house? What do you think?
Not a finger was raised. In fact the day before and the day of the party he wasn’t home. He was busy. Our neighbours put up the tent, tables and chairs. He wasn’t home when they arrived.
He made his entrance a couple hours before the party and couldn’t understand why I was pissed at him. He was here doing work wasn’t he? It’s just that I had been doing the work for two days and then some. Not three hours before the party.
Oh yes, our daughter was sick. I had to wait until he got home so I could take her to the walk-in clinic. We were gone for the first two hours of the party. Everyone (that is that really knows us) figures I had enough and had walked out.
The party was lovely, but as I was stuck in between the kitchen and my daughter’s bedroom checking in on her and Dh was stuck cooking the pig we didn’t really enjoy it. Maybe he enjoyed it. I wasn’t speaking to him. I didn’t have anything nice to say so I didn’t say anything.
But here is a pic of the pig.
Okay so I’ve laid down the history. Dh goes AWAL when the house needs cleaning. And since my parents were coming to look after the kids while we were in Disney, I needed to have the house clean. I should be used to him pulling this trick but it still gets me every single time.
So I wasn’t surprised when he called to say he was running late. I knew I would have to do all the packing and all the cleaning and all the arranging of the kid’s schedule for my parents. Unlike his 40th pig roast, this trip to Disney was all my idea. But still I thought it would be nice if we could leave at a decent time.
We didn’t.
There was traffic on the main highway from Toronto (where Dh was working and where my parents live). Apparently lanes were closed and engines were even turned off. I don’t for sure. I was stuck at home waiting for everyone to get here.
My parents arrived first. It was after 9pm. So much for getting to Buffalo before midnight.
First there was the running of the bulls. Or rather the grandchildren. My three kids descend and attack my parents with stories of what they have done since they last saw them and of course ideas for what they can all do together this weekend. It is heartwarming even if it is loud.
Then I went over the rules and the plan for the weekend. There were dance lessons, and birthday parties and such. I’m not sure how closely my parents followed the rules as they have a tendency to spoil the kids but then that’s what grandparents are for.
Finally Dh arrives. Again completely oblivious to the fact that once again I have spent hours toiling to get ready for this while he has skipped town. He did look a little guilty.
By 10:30 we have all the munchkins in bed and even a few asleep so Dh and I slip out quietly.
We hit the highway and zoom it. We make pretty good time.
We have a nostalgic moment as we pass the adult entertainment store we may or may not have stopped in on our last trip. It is closed so there was no chance this trip. I tease Dh about it being his fault that we can’t go in tonight.
“Maybe I’ve already been today and picked a little something.”
“Did you really?” I say as my face goes a beet red.
“You’ll have to wait to find out” he replies.
By the time we are in Grimsby my bladder is talking too loudly to ignore. I thought I could make it to the border (it’s about another 30 minutes away) but I wouldn’t be very “fresh” if we don’t stop now. There is a 24-hour Tim Horton’s rest stop in Grimsby and Dh pulls over.
We both get a hot chocolate and I take over the driving. We stop again at Duty free. I buy my parents Bailey’s. They have a deal on two bottles. We pick them up and head out again.
We’re free and clear crossing the border. The border guards ask about the car seats in the vehicle and why we’re not taking the kids with us to Disney but other than that he waves us on.
We realize that we are starving and roll into a McDonalds to grab some fries to tie us over until the morning. It is almost 2am.
We check into the millennium hotel in Buffalo. We’ve stayed here many times and know what to expect. This trip we have a deal with breakfast included. I remember glancing at the clock and seeing the time 2:34 before drifting off to sleep.
Our flight leaves around 1pm so we are safe to sleep in. Or so Dh thinks. I have dreams of Target in my head. Can I convince Dh to do some cross boarder shopping before we leave? Find out next chapter. Click here
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