Beach or Bust

Well since Saturday I have spent all my free Internet time searching the great www for a place to rent for Spring Break.  Apparently I am going to be a bad Mom and take my Kindergartner out of school for the week before Spring Break and head down to the Texas coast with my parents while my husband lives it up in Germany.  Have I mentioned that he will be touring castles and gets 100.00 for just himself for dinner?  Did I also mention his boss might have told him on more then 1 occasion that prostitution was legal there but that he couldn't expense it.  Really?  REALLY? (insert disapproving tone and face when saying the "Really")  Anyway....

So my parents have graciously provided a sponsorship for a beach vacation for me and my kids and my husband's work is sponsoring a European one complete with glowing hooker endorsements for him.  Everyone wins!  I actually am excited to be going.  I got the OK from Kate's teacher, got Aidan some cute swimwear last night at trusty Target and if I can survive a 1 day car trip to Port Aransas, TX from central Oklahoma then I'm set.  I'm going to get to relive my youth and travel in the backseat with not 1 but both of my children.  So I guess if my children start hitting me and burping a lot then they'll be an equal trade for my little brother.  With stops we're predicting it to take about 12 hours.  As in half a day.  Are we insane?  I'm very interested to see how well we're all going to fit and which one of the 5 of us cries first.

I learned a lot during my searching.  For one, there are almost no properties left for the week of March 15-19 when apparently everyone except the state of Kansas is on Spring Break and apparently also wants to be at the beach.  Somehow we managed to score a pretty nice little house not too far from the beach.  I personally think it was just because it wasn't really well advertised on 5 different sites like a lot of the other houses.  But someone else's loss is another one's gain right?  I also learned google maps shuts down and gets very irritated when you put a space in between 2 words that shouldn't have one.  It refuses to show you anything that might possibly be what you're talking about.  I also remembered how much I want to live in a tourist town.

When we went to Hawaii and few years ago I remember thinking how lucky the girl who rented us our car was.  I mean sure she's stuck all day renting out cars to tourists but she lives in Hawaii!  She gets to stay there and so many people have to go back home.  That IS her home.  I can just imagine whenever someone returns a car because they have to go back to their boring lives in Kansas she's thinking, "Ahh. Poor midwesterners.  Poor babies have to go home.  But not me!  Ha Ha Ha Ha."  That's how I'd be anyway.

So yee-haw!  Texas here I come!