Getting Out is the Hardest Part… (Mazatlan Part I)
Last week, the hubby and I packed up and headed off for a long weekend of rest and relaxation in paradise. The excursion was a highly anticipated trip for both of us. As I’m sure most can attest, there is just a plethora of pressure these days. And since the trip took us beyond our borders, it was truly possible to turn off the PDAs and leave it all behind. That in itself is a wonderful benefit to a vacation!
Because of a rather early flight, Casey and I arose bleary-eyed in the middle of the night to shower, zip up the suitcases and head to DFW. For once, I was actually ready to depart before my ever-so-punctual husband. However, due to the abnormal hour and lack of sleep, I did not rush him or comment. We had plenty of time to get to the airport…or so I thought.
Halfway there, I turned to Casey and said, “I’m not married!” This being our code for ring-less, he knew immediately that I left my wedding rings safely but unhappily at home. Being the accommodating Casey that he is, he handed me his phone while instructing me to check in for our flight online. Then without further comment, he took the first Texas turnaround towards home. Simultaneously, I futilely attempted time and again to check in for that promising flight from reality. Unfortunately, checking in for an international flight on the Blackberry did not seem to be an option. By that time, we were running out of minutes.
Internally, I struggled. Did missing my rings really outweigh the chance of missing our plane? For most, that’s probably an obvious answer. It should have been for me as well, but I tend to analyze things. And I didn’t want to feel like the mistress on a vacation with my husband! While I was pondering, Casey quickly opted for the solution that could potentially both appease me and ensure our departure.
Upon our return to home, I sprinted for the rings, and Casey headed for the computer. Thankfully the check-in worked, buying us enough time to make it to the airport with our carry-on baggage. Finally, with rings and public displays of our marriage in tow, we were on track for paradise…
Because of a rather early flight, Casey and I arose bleary-eyed in the middle of the night to shower, zip up the suitcases and head to DFW. For once, I was actually ready to depart before my ever-so-punctual husband. However, due to the abnormal hour and lack of sleep, I did not rush him or comment. We had plenty of time to get to the airport…or so I thought.
Halfway there, I turned to Casey and said, “I’m not married!” This being our code for ring-less, he knew immediately that I left my wedding rings safely but unhappily at home. Being the accommodating Casey that he is, he handed me his phone while instructing me to check in for our flight online. Then without further comment, he took the first Texas turnaround towards home. Simultaneously, I futilely attempted time and again to check in for that promising flight from reality. Unfortunately, checking in for an international flight on the Blackberry did not seem to be an option. By that time, we were running out of minutes.
Internally, I struggled. Did missing my rings really outweigh the chance of missing our plane? For most, that’s probably an obvious answer. It should have been for me as well, but I tend to analyze things. And I didn’t want to feel like the mistress on a vacation with my husband! While I was pondering, Casey quickly opted for the solution that could potentially both appease me and ensure our departure.
Upon our return to home, I sprinted for the rings, and Casey headed for the computer. Thankfully the check-in worked, buying us enough time to make it to the airport with our carry-on baggage. Finally, with rings and public displays of our marriage in tow, we were on track for paradise…
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