The Best-Laid Plans...

Hello, dear friends.  Did you have a good week?  Unfortunately, mine did not go as planned.  As a warning, this post could be considered a whinefest but as Nora Ephron said everything is copy.

I am sitting here looking out the window at another gray, wet day.  The weather peeps are overly excited because our rain total has not been this high since the late 1800s.  Who can get that exhilarated about rain?  Yes, our landscaping is a vibrant green, and my hydrangea bushes are beginning to fill out.  But the gray skies are so darn depressing.

My mood may have something to do with the fact that I should be looking out on a variation of this scene.  But things didn't work out that way.

Yes, he even sleeps in his bowtie.  

As Maria von Trapp would sing let's start from the very beginning. Wednesday evening, the Mister instructed Alexa to wake us at 2:00AM.  The ever-dependable Alexa awoke us with soft chimes.  Before the Mister got up, he checked his phone.  Oh #$@&**!  Our flight has been canceled!  I'm going down to call them now.

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The Mister's blood pressure was at an all-time high as he sat in his office and waited to speak to an airline agent.  Twenty minutes later the agent informed him that all flights to Dallas were canceled due to weather.  He begged asked her to book us on any other flights going anywhere that would get us to Puerto Vallarta by Friday.  She informed him that everything was booked and there were no seats available until Saturday evening.  The Mister told the agent to refund our money.

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The next two hours were spent with a frustrated Mister tapping away on his computer searching every airline site known to man.  At about 4AM, he threw in the towel and told me that there was no way that we could get there by Friday.  Everything was booked solid.  The earliest would be Saturday evening which wouldn't work out because we would only be there for a day before heading home early Monday morning.

You're probably thinking... big deal, you missed your weekend getaway.  It wasn't just that... we were meeting the royal couple along with Adorable Jonathon's parents at the hotel where the wedding will be taking place.  We were scheduled to meet the wedding planner as well as participate in a food tasting. We had yet to see the wedding venue and #1 wanted her Dad's opinion of the food options.

As we attempted to go back to sleep, we were heartsick for our #1 girl.  We were all looking forward to this weekend for months.  We knew our girl was going to be devastated and we were not looking forward to making that phone call spilling the bad news.

We called #1 in the morning before she left for work. She put on a brave face but later called us in tears. There is nothing worse than breaking your kid's heart.  I know that it's not our fault, but it still hurts.

So I sit here, with a practically perfect faux tan (spotty around the ankles and wrists) and a neatly-packed (for me) suitcase that is not going to unpack itself as the Mister says.

Fortunately, my girl has Adorable Jonathon, who can turn the world on with his smile, and his darling parents that my girl adores. I'm confident that once she steps off the plane, and the excitement sets in, life will be wonderful again. 

The good news is that the royal couple will be here for a quick visit in a couple of weeks and we are flying to Dallas to throw them a shower in June.  

Thanks for being my sounding board. This is a disappointment, but it's not the end of the world.  I'm going to stop indulging in self-pity and pull up my big girl panties, dab on some lipstick, and count my multitude of blessings.

  

And then I may call in some moral support.

My girl posted this pic on Instagram last night.
I think she's going to be just fine.
The jury is still out on moi, though.

Until next time...

I know 2 pups that were pretty happy how everything turned out.