Because I have the world's greatest wife, she has again blessed another trip with the boys to my favorite addiction.
I basically get to roll back the clock and dwell in a time and place where I do what I want, when I want.
No one to answer to. No 7 am hockey practice taxi service. No meal planner. No laundry.
Just me and bliss. My wife gets it, and indulges her man child-husband. She travels for Target internationally for about 6 weeks out of the year- so she desires no more time away from the kids... She has been to Jamaica, and loved it. But she gets her Spring fix of warm weather in Thailand, Vietnam, Phillippines, Indonesia etc... albeit while working.
Every year , when it is a boys trip, I feel a tinge guilt: Do I DESERVE this? Can we afford this? Am I the most selfish man on the planet?
Let this picture stand as an answer to all Negril-Loving, guilt burdened tundra dwellers everywhere! It is April fricking 18th, and we are under blizzard conditions. YES I deserve this, I can't afford NOT to go, and most guys are selfish a little.
For all the good folks out there who don't live in this kind of climate, let the picture serve as a metaphor for all your daily burdens that sum up to you also EARNING and deserving your trips...
Whether you are counting down, in Post Negril Recovery mode, or there currently. : Raise a glass and know that EVERYONE deserves these moments in the place that make us better people in the days we are not there. For those about da rock, I salute you !
