I was born the 5th of seven children, so when I hopped in a car and left my home of 18 years to go to college my mom was like, "Peace out" and waved at me from the driveway until we were out of sight. I pretty much love(d) that about my mom, because it allowed me to move forward and go live my life without feeling guilt that it was somehow causing her unhappiness. How could it? She was probably too busy throwing a party that the last of the estrogen producing spawn had left the building. Besides, she had a retaining wall to build and whole wheat chocolate chip cookie bars to make.
I would like to say I learned from her, but I would also like to say I can do a pull-up. You can't have everything. And this is where it gets touchy, because I only have two children and one daughter; one daughter who just wrapped up 1st semester finals of her junior year in high school which means she only has a little over a year in this house and it is only causing me shortness of breath and "HOLY CRAP WE'VE NEVER TAKEN HER TO THE GRAND CANYON!" moments about 7 times a day. It's not like I haven't known this, it's just that it's practically HERE! I've got about 16 months to have her read Reviving Ophelia, get her those self defense classes, teach her how to budget and show her how to identify irregular moles and that's all before I've even attempted to teach her the art of a good buttercream. That's a lot of pressure.
The other day I was thinking I would like to do some type of major family trip before she leaves our nest, so I started to casually browse the internet for possibilities. As I narrowed down what I wanted to do, I looked at all my options - Fall Break in October, Winter Break in December, Spring Break of next year - none of them worked out. I spent two weeks searching what to do and suddenly realized that if we were going to be able to make this happen it would have to be this summer. This summer! It wasn't as much time as I had hoped to have in order to save money so we could, you know, pay for it and stuff.
That's where Cory comes in because as I've mentioned before, Cory kinda has a unique hobby. It's the kind of thing where he can sell off some of his stuff and make a profit (not that kind of stuff!) except this time, instead of using it to pay for a set of golf clubs he's willing to part with enough of his cards that we should be able to pay for the whole trip. I gotta hand it to him, I've never had a hobby this lucrative. I mean, I'm sure that the hundreds of dollars of unused scrapbooking crap in my basement is someone's treasure. I don't know who that someone is but I bet they have a cow themed kitchen and still think gingham is all the rage. In the meantime, Cory is the winner. The one stipulation is that we can't tease him anymore and from now on we will have to refer to this summer extravaganza as The Trip That Magic Bought. It seems kinda hard right now but as soon as I'm sitting on a beach drinking a pina colada and watching the kids frolic in the waves, it will slide right off my tongue. The Trip That Magic Bought.