The year was 1987...DS was 6 years old and DD was 18 months. DH and I had been married 7 years. My new part-time job gave us a little extra spending money which I was saving so we could FLY (not drive for 2 days straight) from our home in Oregon to
Disneyland for a week-end getaway...just the two of us.

We both worked hard and deserved a little vacation away from the "cares" of our everyday lives.
When my mom learned of my "evil scheme", she immediately started in with the "you're going to Disneyland and you're not taking your kids with you?" routine. My response was, "heck yes!" She finally ended up suggesting that she and my dad go with us, WITH the kids, driving down, so the kids would not miss out. I gave in, and we actually had a pretty good time. A bonus was that with grandma and grandpa there, DD wouldn't have a thing to do with me and only wanted them to hold her (hee hee).

Worth the sacrifice right there!
I love my kids to pieces, but I am not one to feel guilty for pampering myself a little once in awhile. They got plenty of love, attention and spoiling, believe me!
Fast Forward to today...the kids are grown (DS25 and DD20). For our 26th anniversary this year DH and I are flying first class from Alaska to WDW for a week.

This is our first time to WDW (have been to Disneyland many times). I think this more than makes up for the adult vacation we didn't get to have all those years ago. We would have gone last year for our 25th but DS ended up getting married and we spent all of our vacation money on wedding plans and expenses! Darn kids! j/k
