Where Dreams Come True

So far, March has been a crazy month at our house and it looks like we’ll have to keep up this high speed pace for at least 2 more weeks.

 

We have some exciting things happening …. some of which, I can’t share with you just yet.  But, suffice to say, I’ve been pulled in many different directions lately.  And, it won’t be letting up any time soon.  I’m about to head out of town for most of next week for corporate meetings/training for my new job.

 

This means a couple of things…

• I need to get a whole lot of stuff done before I leave
• I need to rely on hubby to “hold down the fort” while I’m gone
• I’ll be leaving hubby to live a bachelor style life for a week
• I have to hear hubby whine endlessly about my trip

 

Hubby isn’t necessarily whining because I’m going away. 

 

He’s actually probably happy to have a week of uninterrupted video game time.  He’s probably thrilled that he can leave candy wrappers and empty soda cans all over the house.  He’s probably doing a little dance in his own mind as he thinks about how wonderful it will be to have a week without me adding daily tasks to his To Do list.

 

The real reason he’s whining has nothing to do with the fact that I won’t be around, or the length of time I’ll be away. .. the whining has everything to do with where I’m going.

 

You see…..I’m headed to Orlando…. The home of Mickey & Minnie.  The place where anything is possible.. .where magic happens… where dreams come true.

 

In case you haven’t quite grasped it…. My hubby is, in fact, an overgrown kid.  He still wholeheartedly believes in the magic of Disney.  And, if he had his way, we’d visit the Magic Kingdom.  Every. Single. Year.  (and, don’t forget… we don’t have any kids…. So, these trips are 100% for hubby).

 

Now, don’t get me wrong.  There truly is something wonderful (and quite possibly magical) about the Disney experience.  I enjoy the happiness and wonder that a trip to Disney can provide for people (both old & young).  But, Hubby holds a special place in his heart for Disney.. I think it sits somewhere right beside Giants football… quite possibly just behind good scotch, and probably just in front of pizza.  But there it sits, right in the midst of all the other things that matter most to Hubby.

 

And, when I declared that my company meetings were taking place at a Disney resort.. you can only imagine the pouting that ensued from my dear hubby.

 

Hubby: “I can’t believe you’re going to Disney without me”

Me: “I’m going to a hotel in Orlando… not Disney”

Hubby:  “But, you’ll be there… what if you get to go to Disney one night?”

Me: “We are booked for meetings & dinners, we will not be going to Disney”

Hubby:  “It’s not fair” (the perfect little kid response….)

Me: “Honestly babe, I don’t think I’m going to Disney”

Hubby: pouting…….

Me: “I’m sorry… if I see him, I’ll tell Mickey you said hello”

Hubby: “That’s not funny… it’s not fair”

 

So, for the last week and a half, I’ve had to watch hubby pout… I’ve had to listen to big sighs, and, at least once a day, he’s somehow worked into conversation how I’m about to commit the horrible marital sin of visiting Mickey’s house without him.

 

To be quite honest… I’d be perfectly happy to stay at home.  As I’m sure you can imagine…. I have to wonder what the house will be like when I finally do arrive home.  Without the correct amount of coaxing, hubby can surely accumulate quite a bit of clutter & trash while I’m gone!

 

Maybe, just maybe, if I promise to bring a bit of Disney magic back with me…. the magical powers will wash over hubby and my house will be clean & spotless when I get back??  After all Disney is a place where dreams come true….. right??!!

 

(I should also probably mention that I may not be able to blog much next week since I’ll be away for work, but please stay tuned for new posts!)