So we went on an overnight ski trip to a resort a few hours away from where we live on Sunday. Aside from it being one of the most stressful trips we’ve ever been on, we did end up having a great time. People always tease me for making lists and itineraries and “over-planning” trips, but this past weekend just reinforced why I do all of that. This is the first time since I can remember that I didn’t make a packing checklist or map out an activity itinerary and boy did it show. Here’s how the stress all started:
- Hubby did not put my overnight bag in the car.
(Please know that I cannot possibly convey to you in words the feelings that little situation evoked. Use your imagination.)
- Since we were in middle-of-nowhere-Maryland my only shopping options to replace my stuff were Wal-Mart and Cato Fashions. Any store with the word “fashions” in the name can only be bad news. It was, however, a step up from the atrocities the local Wal-Mart was trying to pass off as “sweaters.” I never longed for a Target so badly in my life.
- We also forgot at home L’il Buddy’s winter coat and Chatterbox’s and Giggles’ hats, gloves, and scarves. This was because when we left home it was a record-breaking 70 degrees for some freakish reason and so we didn’t bundle the kids up as we normally do when leaving the house. Instead everyone just piled in the car and Hubby threw the girls’ coats in the back. So the kids got some winter “fashions” from Wal-Mart too. Thank goodness I had packed the girls’ snowpants in their bag which, thank goodness, Hubby did bother to put it in the car.
- Hubby did not bother to bring any winter accessories for himself (because he “took this trip for granted” – his words, not mine) and so he ended up buying an overpriced ski mask from the resort boutique. He did have ski gloves that his wife packed for him though.
- Hubby had also decided that there was “no room” for the girls’ sled and left it in the driveway at home. Scout’s honor. (How could there not be any room? He didn’t put anything else in the car!)
- With no set itinerary we wasted precious time trying to figure out what to do and when and where and how much it cost once we got there. Add three small children to the mix and it was a mess.
In the end we made the best of everything and had fun. J. Ny and her family came too and the first night the kids all went sledding (on J. Ny’s sleds, of course) and tubing. My sister and I went night skiing (albeit very late) and it.was.so.great! After a completely sleepless night (the baby did not like his unfamiliar surroundings; Giggles’ had a cough; the heater in the hotel room was louder than an army-issue Black Hawk; shall I go on?) we woke up, had breakfast and Hubby and I hit the slopes. We then had a ridiculously complicated time checking out of the room and returning our equipment (check out time came before the ski lift passes expired so we were trying to do as much skiing as possible whilst having checked out of our room), and then we were finally on our way home. Of course, in line with the rest of the events of the weekend, the nipple for L’il Buddy’s bottle sprung a leak on the car ride back home just as he was wanting to eat, and we had to find our way to a CVS on dark back roads in the Maryland countryside to buy a new one. We finally made it home, happy and tired from our skiing adventure. End of story.
Or so I thought.
This morning it occurred to me that I hadn’t seen Chatterbox’s “DS” that she got for Christmas since we had been back home. Of course, being a firm believer in Murphy’s Law, deep down I had a feeling that I knew exactly where the game was but I attempted to look for it everyhwere nonetheless. Chatterbox confirmed my suspicions and announced that her “DS is in the drawer in the hotel room.” At which point I almost cried. She hadn’t even had the thing for a full week!
Anyway, to put you out of your misery I will cut to the chase: I just called the resort and spoke to Laura from Housekeeping who cheerfully told me that they in fact had “the Frog” and would send it to out to us right away.
How’s that for a Christmas miracle?
Lessons learned: There still are some good people left in the world; my unconditional love for Target really is justified; always double-check behind your husband when going on a trip; ignore the haters and make checklists and itineraries ’til the cows come home; and add “hotel drawers” to the list of spots to triple-check when checking out of a hotel room.