Last Thanksgiving, after an uneventful and lackluster meal at Cracker Barrel with mom, hubby nonchalantly threw out “Maybe we should just all go somewhere next year” (instead of doing CB again). It came out kind of like a “wouldn’t it be fun if…” kind of thing to say. But this spring, Mom brought it up again, and asked if we were serious about it. I told her that we could talk about it, and after a few discussions with Hubby, we thought about maybe going to Branson for Christmas. I mentioned as much during our next little hang-out, then it got forgotten about again. She asked again in June or July, and by then we all decided, yeah, let’s do this! So we started thinking about what times might be good, what we want to do, things like that. We started looking at flight prices, VRBO prices, etc.
As I got closer to booking tickets, though, I wondered out loud… I wonder if The Kiddo would want to join us? Could she join us? She’s had a very hard go of the past year, so I didn’t know if she’d be able to take time off of work, or afford to that that time. I asked Hubby what he thought, and we ended up giving her a call and the more we talked, the more I heard her absolutely light up inside at the thought of a week’s vacation away from stress and real life, even if that vacation was with her uncool family.
Okay, okay… That’s not quite true. Mom has already said that she’ll split costs with us, so it won’t be ALL us. Probably what will happen is that mom will pay for the VRBO and I’ll pay for the flights, or vice versa. And then we’ll pay for ourselves at meals and such. And we’ll cover everything for The Kiddo so that she doesn’t end up broke when she gets home.
I’m so stoked for this. We loved Branson when we were there in 2021, and I can’t wait to go back, and share it with my mom and my kid. Hopefully, we’ll all be able to tolerate each other for a full week, and not end up at each other’s throats by Day Three or something, lol. I mean, how much togetherness is too much?
