This thread is making me dread trying to organize vacations with my parents and siblings (and my wife's parents and siblings). I think we'll have to do the "we're going from x to y, come if you want." Otherwise someone will always need a change made to suit their schedule and I just don't have the patience to deal with the aggravation.
It's really not that terrible but it does bring family issues to light. For instance, as the youngest kid my views or comments always get dissed first as a "she can't possibly know anything". I have a hard time earning respect with my sibling elders. Doesn't matter that I'm a college graduate, a published novelist and run my own business, and am well over 25. In their eyes, I'm still a yapping 8 yr old who has tantrums.
My brother had a good e-mail response to my factoids. He basically pleaded the "but I want to be with my dad in Disney dagnammit!" Brought the SILs to heel I think. The idea of using points for HHI or VB is out. (I could let them entertain the idea but as controller of the points, I'd never let them do it. I may be crazy but I ain't stupid.)
Now they're talking about using their timeshares to stay offsite during the summer and others stay onsite. (You can bet you're bottom dollar Dad and I will be some of those onsite. In a studio at SSR enjoying the pool and walks to DTD for extra double berry-tinis at Raglan Road for me.)
Being there in the summer is not my first and last choice, but in talking with my dad we decided we could take one for the team. It's not like we can chose anyone's job for them. (Though we both agreed never to work for a county public school system or any employer with such ridiculous benefits rules. JMHO. I believe I'm a home schooler and parochial schooler at heart.)
I gave them a few more suggests to chew over with pro's and con's. They'll fight all my details, suggesting I am having a tantrum and being pushy. Yet I have to try.
My sister's family had such a good time with my dad and I last October. (And if anyone remembers my trip report you know how frustrating that was for me.) While he's and his grandkids are still young enough to enjoy a little Disney magic together, I have to keep trying to make it possible. For my mom.
I still remember when we were in Crystal Palace for my dad's 71st birthday. Piglet commandeered by dad for the birthday parade around the place. Here he was, skipping, smiling and high-fiving a 5 foot pink pig playing a little drum. My mom looked at the video with tears in her eyes and said, "I just love seeing him be like a kid again."
Everyone should have memories like that, if they can.