DH is speaking with Mr. Walters. Surprisingly, DH is talking up a good case and displaying promising persuasive powers. Mr. Walters seems enthusiastic about the idea because their family has not had a vacation in some time either. The situation seems ideal. DH and I enjoy spending time with the Walters, and the Walters have two well-mannered children that are playmates of our kiddos. Plus, the Walters have a slight difficulty with food allergies, so not only are they respectful of our circumstances but their food choices resemble our own. It is destiny!
Mr. Walters tells DH that he will discuss the matter with his wife and get back with us momentarily. As they hang up, I am beaming. We’ve found the family. I just know it. It’s such a good fit that it is obvious this is the result of pixie dust.
I search for Bill’s number so that I am ready to make the reservation as soon as the Walter’s call back; I find it. Now it’s just a matter of time.
That “matter of time” seems to be a “matter of eternity” as I wait and wait. The phone finally rings. It’s them! DH picks up the phone. Not much is said by DH other than a series of cheerful “Uh-huhs” and “OK”s, but I try to remain patient and silent. Finally DH says good-bye and hangs up. As I reach for the phone to call Bill, DH says, “The Walters can’t do it. They have to purchase a minivan because their current vehicle won’t hold three carseats. Their new baby is expected by the end of this year. They tried to see if they could handle the expense of both the van and trip, but they just can’t.
I’m dumbfounded. In this whole, wide world of humans, how is it possible that none meet our family’s need for companionship? The reality is mind-boggling as it stares me in the face, but there it is nonetheless. I’m left with no more options except one – my very last resort.
As I go to retrieve my phone book, I start on a path that I didn’t imagine I would I take, but there are some scary places that a NDM visits in her darkest moments of Disney desperation. This is one of those moments, and I am in one of those places. I have developed tunnel-vision at this point. I must get to WDW at any cost, and I am painfully aware that the cost will be much more than I had originally counted because it is time to call Grammy.
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