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Faith, Trust and Pixie Dust
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Ok, if you remember at this point Grandma has lost her purse...again. Now I would just like to say before I continue that I love my mom dearly. She is wonderful, generous, unselfish and a great friend and grandma. Her kids and her grandkids are her entire world. I can't imagine my life without her, she is my best friend. Now, that said, she can also be extremely absent minded and frustrating. This is the woman who can not visit my house for 2 minutes or 2 days without losing her car keys. I kid you not, you could bet your life on it everytime, she will always say, "Now where did I put my keys??" Sometimes she also loses her purse but doesn't realize it until she is back home. I am use to this.
So when she announces she can't find her purse, I am not surprised. We look all around, it is nowhere to be seen. I am convinced she just left it in her cabin. So we go there to check. On the way we see Diana from our Dis cruise meets board. Diana lives in our town and we had a mini meet prior to the cruise. I introduce her to grandma, who promptly says, "Hello. I lost my purse and all of my money." Diana reassures her that it will be allright. I whisper to Diana that I think Gracie Allen just left it in the room. We get to the room and guess what? No purse. Ok, now I begin to worry. We look everywhere. I go back to my room to look again. And back and forth we go, all the while the drill time is nearing. I can't find her purse. Now I worry that she can't get back off the boat! Back at her room, Grandma announces matter of factly, "Its gone. Its not here." She's giving up. And this is when I lose it. To my great shame and neverending guilt, I start to shout at Grandma. Not really at her, but I am getting loud. I remind her of her "I am not a bubble head remark" and ask if this is a joke, and if so please let it be over now. Well wouldn't you know, just 5 seconds after I blow, the phone rings. DH has found her purse. He has no idea how it got in the little cubby hole it was in, but he has it. OH, if he could have just called 30 seconds earlier. But we have the purse and 5 minutes to drill time. I leave the room with my oldest two (yes, to my greater shame they were present for my eruption) and wait for Grandma. DD goes in after her, returns with a terrible look on her face and announces that Grandma is crying. BAD, BAD,BAD daughter award for me. BAD mom award for doing this in front of my kids. I am a worm. I am the lowest of the low. I go back in and grovel. Grandma is getting more upset and I am worrying she will get an asthma attack (did I mention she also forgot her medicine that she takes when she gets a bad attack? ). I apologize and tell her if she gets an attack I might as well jump off the boat now. She says she'll be ok , she just feels stupid. Not as stupid as me. I join the kids in the hall, tell them to take care of Grandma. Back in our room I explain to DH what happened. He says it will be ok, this was bound to happen at some point. So we don our lifejackets and wait. Redhead hates this. She wants it off, she doesn't want to go. Briar is happy in her playpen. DH waits holding the infant lifejacket bag we must take to our muster station. I feel like crap. Now, I didn't think anything could make me laugh, but leave it to Redhead. She won't sit still and starts touching everything in the room. DH tells her to sit. We watch as (she thinks we don't see her) goes to press the button on the table lamp. Now this could never happen again in a million years, but as she presses, the alarm sounds. Loud as life and scares her to death. Plus, she is convinced it is an alarm to alert us she touched the lamp. Now picture a 4 year old in a too big lifejacket, holding her ears and running in circles, screaming, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Redhead hates loud noises. We try to explain to her as we leave that it is the drill and we need to go. But it did make me smile a bit.
Now holding an infant, while you are wearing a lifejacket, and trying to keep them from putting their mouth on any part of said jacket, is not an easy task. That coupled with a taking a terrified toddler down crowed steps makes the entire event near impossible. At the station we line up tallest to shortest and they crush us in. Now I need to keep BriarPatch from putting her mouth on neighboring jackets. I also have to keep Redhead in front of me and keep her from putting the whistle from her jacket in her mouth. Instead she explains to the 3 yr old beside her that, " the whistle is what you blow when you are drowning in the water." Ugh. Redhead raises her hand for every room number they call, but the drill finally ends and we head back to our room. At this point my arm is about to break off. Back at the room we wait for Grandma. We are supposed to go to a Dis meet on deck 10 at the sailaway party. I am not in the mood. I am the worm who made Grandma cry. Kids show up, Grandma didn't want to go to the meet. Ohhhh, the unbelievable guilt. I don't want to go now either. Did I mention I am a worm who made my mom cry???
DH backs out , too. So I take the kids up, but only because I have a present for LeiLani who has organized all of our Dis meets, including one she will have in her cabin (the Walt Suite) on Monday. I wanted to say thanks,so before we left my kids and I went to Build-a-Bear workshop. We had two bears made, one for Grandma (see, I do love her) and one for LeiLani's family.We recorded the ship's whistle and put it in the bear's paw. Then we decked the bear out for formal night. We named Grandma's Penelope Cruise, and LeiLani's Dis Nee Magic. So we took the bear up and said quick hello's to KennyK & Denvick (from our cruise meets board). Everyone is so friendly but I beg off, the sun is too hot for baby and did I mention, I just made my mommy cry.
Back to the room to dress for dinner. Grandma arrives looking lovely. DD, Braelynn is carrying her purse for her. I apologize again. She tells me she deserved it. Great, now I feel even worse. We decide to start fresh. I am determined not to ruin anyone else's magic this trip.
Our first dinner is in Animator's Palate. Redhead and the BriarPatch wear their Minnie Mouse dresses, so cute. We meet LeeRoy from Jamaica and Lisa from Scotland. Very nice, but LeeRoy was already starting with the "excellent" speech. Never got that before, but heard about it.
After dinner, DH goes to bed but I take Grandma & the kids to Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen. Reminds me of my own little drama queen, Braelynn. Cute movie.
Before bed, I order room service for next morning. Grandma will eat with kids in our room while DH and I go for our spa appts. I order my wake up call and go to bed. Its been a long day.
Tomorrow, Ionthermie treatment, brunch at Palos and Key West!
to be continued..
So when she announces she can't find her purse, I am not surprised. We look all around, it is nowhere to be seen. I am convinced she just left it in her cabin. So we go there to check. On the way we see Diana from our Dis cruise meets board. Diana lives in our town and we had a mini meet prior to the cruise. I introduce her to grandma, who promptly says, "Hello. I lost my purse and all of my money." Diana reassures her that it will be allright. I whisper to Diana that I think Gracie Allen just left it in the room. We get to the room and guess what? No purse. Ok, now I begin to worry. We look everywhere. I go back to my room to look again. And back and forth we go, all the while the drill time is nearing. I can't find her purse. Now I worry that she can't get back off the boat! Back at her room, Grandma announces matter of factly, "Its gone. Its not here." She's giving up. And this is when I lose it. To my great shame and neverending guilt, I start to shout at Grandma. Not really at her, but I am getting loud. I remind her of her "I am not a bubble head remark" and ask if this is a joke, and if so please let it be over now. Well wouldn't you know, just 5 seconds after I blow, the phone rings. DH has found her purse. He has no idea how it got in the little cubby hole it was in, but he has it. OH, if he could have just called 30 seconds earlier. But we have the purse and 5 minutes to drill time. I leave the room with my oldest two (yes, to my greater shame they were present for my eruption) and wait for Grandma. DD goes in after her, returns with a terrible look on her face and announces that Grandma is crying. BAD, BAD,BAD daughter award for me. BAD mom award for doing this in front of my kids. I am a worm. I am the lowest of the low. I go back in and grovel. Grandma is getting more upset and I am worrying she will get an asthma attack (did I mention she also forgot her medicine that she takes when she gets a bad attack? ). I apologize and tell her if she gets an attack I might as well jump off the boat now. She says she'll be ok , she just feels stupid. Not as stupid as me. I join the kids in the hall, tell them to take care of Grandma. Back in our room I explain to DH what happened. He says it will be ok, this was bound to happen at some point. So we don our lifejackets and wait. Redhead hates this. She wants it off, she doesn't want to go. Briar is happy in her playpen. DH waits holding the infant lifejacket bag we must take to our muster station. I feel like crap. Now, I didn't think anything could make me laugh, but leave it to Redhead. She won't sit still and starts touching everything in the room. DH tells her to sit. We watch as (she thinks we don't see her) goes to press the button on the table lamp. Now this could never happen again in a million years, but as she presses, the alarm sounds. Loud as life and scares her to death. Plus, she is convinced it is an alarm to alert us she touched the lamp. Now picture a 4 year old in a too big lifejacket, holding her ears and running in circles, screaming, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Redhead hates loud noises. We try to explain to her as we leave that it is the drill and we need to go. But it did make me smile a bit.
Now holding an infant, while you are wearing a lifejacket, and trying to keep them from putting their mouth on any part of said jacket, is not an easy task. That coupled with a taking a terrified toddler down crowed steps makes the entire event near impossible. At the station we line up tallest to shortest and they crush us in. Now I need to keep BriarPatch from putting her mouth on neighboring jackets. I also have to keep Redhead in front of me and keep her from putting the whistle from her jacket in her mouth. Instead she explains to the 3 yr old beside her that, " the whistle is what you blow when you are drowning in the water." Ugh. Redhead raises her hand for every room number they call, but the drill finally ends and we head back to our room. At this point my arm is about to break off. Back at the room we wait for Grandma. We are supposed to go to a Dis meet on deck 10 at the sailaway party. I am not in the mood. I am the worm who made Grandma cry. Kids show up, Grandma didn't want to go to the meet. Ohhhh, the unbelievable guilt. I don't want to go now either. Did I mention I am a worm who made my mom cry???
DH backs out , too. So I take the kids up, but only because I have a present for LeiLani who has organized all of our Dis meets, including one she will have in her cabin (the Walt Suite) on Monday. I wanted to say thanks,so before we left my kids and I went to Build-a-Bear workshop. We had two bears made, one for Grandma (see, I do love her) and one for LeiLani's family.We recorded the ship's whistle and put it in the bear's paw. Then we decked the bear out for formal night. We named Grandma's Penelope Cruise, and LeiLani's Dis Nee Magic. So we took the bear up and said quick hello's to KennyK & Denvick (from our cruise meets board). Everyone is so friendly but I beg off, the sun is too hot for baby and did I mention, I just made my mommy cry.
Back to the room to dress for dinner. Grandma arrives looking lovely. DD, Braelynn is carrying her purse for her. I apologize again. She tells me she deserved it. Great, now I feel even worse. We decide to start fresh. I am determined not to ruin anyone else's magic this trip.
Our first dinner is in Animator's Palate. Redhead and the BriarPatch wear their Minnie Mouse dresses, so cute. We meet LeeRoy from Jamaica and Lisa from Scotland. Very nice, but LeeRoy was already starting with the "excellent" speech. Never got that before, but heard about it.
After dinner, DH goes to bed but I take Grandma & the kids to Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen. Reminds me of my own little drama queen, Braelynn. Cute movie.
Before bed, I order room service for next morning. Grandma will eat with kids in our room while DH and I go for our spa appts. I order my wake up call and go to bed. Its been a long day.
Tomorrow, Ionthermie treatment, brunch at Palos and Key West!
to be continued..
