I honestly don't remember what time we arrived at MGM that day. Sorry, I don't take notes...I have all intentions to do, but it just never happens. I'm gonna try my very bestest for our next trip cause cutey Utah Mama gave me a great journal handmade by the Queen herself!

According to my liberated Mickey Heads, we have 8 more sleeps!
Anyhow, we arrived, grabbed a map, and attempted to plan the afternoon. I was trying to make everyone feel like they were involved even though I already had the whole day planned.

There was only one LMA that we would be able to see, and that was my #1 priority since it would be closed in Sept. No one was really hungry so we caught Indiana Jones before lunch. Things went ok here. We had some time before LMA, so we hit Pizza Planet for lunch. Somewhere between Indiana and PP, I started to stew. I don't know why exactly? Possibly more child abandonment?? MIL got a table outside while we got the food. We emerge, and she had one (1) table for all eleven (11) of us.

After trying to sort out trays, probably spilling a thing or two, my blood was boiling a little more. Seeing how this way a disaster waiting to happen, I grabbed a tray and demanded that my 4 follow. We went to the somewhat empty upstairs. But, we had wasted a lot of time, so we scarved down some food...we really weren't hungry. We clean up, head downstairs and proclaim that we are finished and "we" are heading to LMA. It's funny no one gets in a hurry until we are walking away.

Ten (10) of us are debating a little about who's going where, and who is staying to finish eating, and if Daneice and Whiner are going with us, then MIL or BIL need to come along, BIL disappears to smoke, so now we are nine (9) going to LMA. Somehow in the heat of the moment, MIL says she thinks she should stay with GP so he doesn't wander off. Now we are eight (8) going to LMA. How did this happen exactly? We had been duped! It was two capable adults, GM in a wheelchair, and 5 children. Essentially, it was one adult in charge of five children. In an ordinary situation, I would carefully count, 1, 2, 3 children....1, 2, 3 child fanny packs. BUT in this chaotic exchange, I didn't count 1, 2, 3, child fanny packs.

Plus MIL had duped us into taking Daneice and Whiner, and BIL is nowhere to be found. Anyone else feel the tension?