2 minutes after booking my flight and bouncing down the stairs while hollering "Ang: I'm so excited! I just booked my trip to Boston in May", I figured out what it was. Turns out your wife of 15 years, while happy for you, is a tad miffed that you overcame your fear of flying to go to Boston and watch the Red Sox play with your friends when for the past 11 years you wouldn't even TALK about getting on a plane. Never mind you haven't overcome anything other than buying the ticket; I still think they'll have to push me on board in a wheelchair, but that's 4 months away. I'm convinced part of her thought the neurotic mess her husband is would never buy the ticket in the first place; the fact that I DID do it I consider progress, though I doubt she'd see it my way.
When I tried to explain to her that maybe it was seeing the Red Sox at Fenway was the first thing that could get me to try and get past my fear didn't go over well either. Shockingly, going on a romantic weekend with her should be more exciting than going to Boston. Realizing my HUGE error in judgement, I then pulled the one card I should have KNOWN better than to use.
"But I just need some time away from the kids by myself". Word to the wise? Don't EVER say this to a stay at home Mom whose last trip away was Gatlinburg, TN in 2006 with some friends that included approximately 4, 762 phone calls wanting to know when she was coming home. And those were just mine; I have no idea how many times the kids called her.
It was at this point in the discussion I realized I'd need an industrial strength bulldozer and some of my Grade A fertilizer to dig myself out of this, and proceeded to promise her anything I could think of. I'm pretty sure the words "Hawaii", "romantic weekend", and "I'll buy you a condo" were uttered but I won't swear to it. By this time, I'd have told her we could live on a yacht with 10 maids, a Nanny, and a full time chef just to end it.
After all the dust settled, it became apparent the following would happen....
I'm shipping up to Boston for a weekend in May to see the Red Sox.
I'll have an experience that I will never forget.
And I'll be paying for it for the rest of my life.
That's OK, though. 'Cause I get to go to Fenway.
I'd say I got the better end of the deal.