I'm not gay, but we have a change of plans

Tomorrow morning I was going to get on a plane and head for some sun and fun with my sister in Hawaii; Ian was going to take the kids out of school for a couple of days to go skiing. But then we overheard the kids talking and realized they wanted to send real time with their dad, not time spent on the slopes, and then yesterday we had to decide quickly what a tsunami headed for Hawaii might mean for my trip with Nika.

The airline was willing to refund and the hotel, if we decided right on the spot, was willing to give us vouchers for either a future visit there, or for use at another of their hotels, so we decided to cancel.

I assumed that meant that we'd reschedule for later this year, but Ian still wants us to go do something this week. Nika took the time off work, and the only other time she'll get later this year will be for her wedding, and once fall rolls around she'll be in school on top of working. We either go now, Ian pointed out, or we might not go at all.

Last night was a flurry of phone calls, trying to decide where in the U.S. we wanted to spend a few days. The only criteria is it has to be warm. We narrowed it down to a couple of places, and when we just couldn't decide, my brilliant father coughed up the solution.

Flip a coin.

So based on the turn of a quarter, we're going to Las Vegas. And honestly, I think we're going to have more fun there than we would have in Hawaii. Ian made all the arrangements this morning, and after we take the kids to school in the morning he's taking me to the airport where I'll meet Nika, and head off for whatever trouble we can get into without the guys around.

I felt bad that Ian switched his plans around, because he really did want to take the kids skiing, but he doesn't seem to mind pushing that back for a week. The kids have scheduled his afternoons from the time they get out of school until bedtime, practically, and none of it revolves around dance lessons or the dojang. And he does have a few things he keeps putting off that he can use the time to get them done, and one of them, against my initial resistence, is finalizing a potential job for himself. It keeps him marginally in his field, but it's not full time unless he turns it into full time, and he can work from home; I can't fight him on that. It gets us what we both want; he's working, but I have him home.

We'll see how it goes.