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Three and a Half is More than a Crowd

My husband’s cousin and her 3-year-old daughter crashed our honeymoon.  His Aunt has a gorgeous house in San Francisco and a stunning lodge in the mountains between Napa and Sonoma Valleys.  We were (and are!) poor newly weds and couldn’t afford to stay in hotels on our trip, but really wanted to go to San Francisco wine country. 

His Aunt was going to be on a European cruise at the and offered up both of her gorgeous homes for us to stay in on our honeymoon.  We couldn’t be more excited.  What I didn’t know was my husband’s Cousin and her daughter lived with the Aunt.  I was told that The Cousin would pick us up from the airport in San Fran, take us to the house and show us the alarms, the car, etc.  She would then go up to the lodge while we enjoyed the city.

Later in the week, we would drive up to the lodge and she would show us around, then head to the city for the rest of the week.  We were very enthusiastic about this arrangement and agreed right  away. Big mistake.

The Cousin and 3-year-old daughter picked us up from the airport like a tornado and proceeded to spend every day of our honeymoon with us! I didn’t know what to do. I had just married this man and didn’t want to start any family battles.  Plus, we are both too nice to say anything.  It wasn’t the 3-year-old’s fault and I didn’t want to be mean or rude.  The only day of freedom we had involved sneaking out of the lodge at 3am to head down to a reserved hot air balloon ride over Napa. We did manage to have a nice relaxed lunch to get a little tipsy touring a few of the wineries.  It wasn’t until we got back to the lodge that night that The Cousin told us she was very disappointed we didn’t wake her and her daughter up to come with us. It was horrible.

In spite of it all, we were able to have a few moments of fun togetherness.  I think the whole experience made us the strong, loving couple we are today.  Also, a few years ago we went to Costa Rica on OUR OWN and had a fabulous second honeymoon.

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  1. That is horrible. I could feel my shoulders getting tense just reading your story!

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