Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Whoever Said "Money Can't Buy Happiness" Lied

Since all our kids spent the Easter holiday with their other parents, late Friday afternoon, Doc H and I high-tailed it out of town. We had a fantastic weekend. On our six hour drive out of town, we listened to music, talked about the kids, and laughed at all the funny messes they've been getting themselves into (but we had to be good parents and act disappointed-- it's our job). We spoke of our hopes for the future... what we hope to accomplish, both in business, work, and personally. We spoke of our hopes for the kids and where we see them going.

Since we had to travel out of town to pick up our "previously-owned" furniture, and after some prodding, we decided to make it fun. It was Easter weekend and we were solo; it became a "date" weekend. 

The weekend was filled with good conversation, hearty laughs, amusement park ride screams, and the type of PDA we would never share in front of our kids.... they would gag. We spent two night in a hotel without any of our kids. Just Doc H and me. I can't quite remember the last time we found ourselves in such a position. I don't think he could either. We used that hotel room to its fullest potential.

On Saturday morning, as we were about to depart for the amusement park, I ran across this little drawing my daughter made for me when she was only four years old. 

She made it for me after having returned home from a trip to the grocery store where she asked if I could buy her a bag of M&Ms. I had to tell her, "No, we don't have enough money for M&Ms". At a tender age of four, apparently she had heard that response too many times. Back then, it was my mantra. What's a four year old to do? She found herself some paper, a pair of scissors and made her mother some money, so next time, I would have the money to buy the 99 cent bag of candy. When she gave me the money I teared up, thanked her, and stuck the bill in my wallet where I convinced myself it would bring me good fortune by serving as a dismal reminder of what broke feels like. 

On Saturday morning, as I was pulling some real money out of my wallet to stuff in my pocket, this special money fell out. Ten years later, I teared up again...balled, actually. Doc H checked on me; I re-told the story of the dollar. As he lightly rubbed my back, he reminded me those days are long gone and over. 

We headed to the amusement park with our VIP tickets and had a fantastic time until we exhausted ourselves. I was incredibly grateful we could spend this time together and even more grateful we had the money to have so much fun and still have money in the account to purchase the furniture. Just a short decade ago, I won't have been able to pay for either.

We spent a ton of money this weekend and I would spend every dollar all over again. We were so busy, I didn't have time to shed tears over our childless holiday. We came home re-connected, re-energized, and happy.

Gas: $150
Hotel: $575
VIP Tickets: $280
Parking: $20
Food: $120
Furniture: $1500
Total: $2,645

Whoever said "Money can't buy happiness" lied.

PS. If you're wondering where the hospital was during the entire weekend, don't worry they were there with us. I know he snuck in at least one phone call from a colleague. Who knows what else went on while I was in standing in line for the ladies room at the amusement park.


  1. It sounds like you guys had a great time.

    Mrs. Delightful

  2. Aww, you earned your fun weekend! I don't think that non-medical people understand how HARD and EXPENSIVE training is. Since I was a working adult before med. school, I'm constantly appalled at how much money I am spending all the time. $1500 here, $500 there. I just dropped $130 last night on yet another set of Board review questions. *sigh* Anyway, I love that you guys got a weekend away...those are very important! And, WOO HOO to being done with loan repayments! Maybe you can sneak away more often now...the kids are old enough to stay home alone...they'll be fine! :)

    1. Thanks! It is SOOOO expensive, I am in awe of your dedication. I can't think of anything more difficult than going to med school after living life in the working world!
      Yes, the kids are old enough to stay home, but there are just too many of them to leave alone. And you know the BFFs and the BFs would find their way over during our absence. For the next few years, we're in lock down mode. ;)

  3. Yay! Sounds like you had a great time! So the question is: do blondes really have more fun? :)

    1. Well, according to Doc H, I'm not really a blonde. LOL! But, I love it and that's all that matters, right?

    2. YES! As long as you feel great, that's all that really matters :)

  4. I need to hear more stories like this one - Ok so this is how many years after fellowship?

  5. money is not everything until your sister is dying of cancer


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