Lets rewind to the afternoon of February 27, 2011. After several months of planning and more weeks of packing than Id like to admit, we had finally arrived at Disney Eve.
Over the past several weeks, I had been gathering the clothes and toiletries and toys and, well, everything, that I wanted to take with us to Florida. I did not put anything in the suitcases yet, though, because of a horrifying experience I had just 3 weeks prior when packing to go on our annual ski trip. You see, when I packed for the ski trip (several weeks in advance, of course), I put the things into the suitcase as I gathered them. Then, on the morning we were to leave for Utah, as I was jamming as many bibs and onesies into the suitcase as possible, I saw something scurry around in the suitcase. I screamed, grabbed Claire, my loyal packing (or unpacking as I pack) assistant, and ran into the bedroom where DH was still asleep. My scream had awoken him, but my shouting about a furry creature in my suitcase got him out of bed. He went in the spare bedroom, kicked the suitcase, and out ran a furry little mouse. Im glad DH doesnt read my trip reports, because Im going to tell you that my 33-year-old husband screamed when he saw that mouse run out of that suitcase. Well, maybe he didnt scream, but he definitely yelled. Apparently, when I brought the suitcase up from the crawlspace in the basement, I brought a mouse with it. But not the kind of mouse that you and I love. Oh no. No lovable, adorable Mickey Mouse here. Just a plain old brown, scary mouse. In my suitcase. All over my clothes and Claires clothes.
Out came all of the clothes. Into the washing machine they went. The suitcase was then wiped down with lysol wipes and then sprayed with disinfectant and set out to dry. I rushed over to Home Depot to buy about 35 mouse traps and gave them to DH to set up. With the knowlege that a mouse was in the house, I was glad we werent going to be there for a week. Off to Utah we went for a wonderful, mouse-free ski trip. And then home we came, to a mouse in the humane mouse trap in the very same room where we had met.
Now, back to Disney Eve. Because I prefer to see mice at my vacation destination, rather than bring them with me, I chose to leave everything on the bed and then put it into the suitcase the day before we were to leave. As I was doing this, DH came home from work and casually told me that he would not be able to take Claire, my mom, and me to the airport the next morning because he had a meeting he had to attend. Um, WHAT?!? Our ride to the airport just bailed on us?! The evening before we depart?! I quickly made some phone calls. A cab wasnt going to work because we would have to have a carseat for Claire. I didnt want to have a carseat with us on the trip, so whoever took us to the airport had to take her seat home with them. I called my dad. He had a prior commitment and was unable to take us. We were leaving on a Monday, so most of my friends would be working and therefore were unable to take us. I called my friend, Dave, grasping at straws, and he said he was able to take us! He had taken the day off of work because he was leaving for Las Vegas later that same day, so he said he would come pick us up!
Problem solved, I finished my packing, zipped the suitcase up as tight as I could, and went over my list one more time. We had dinner, put Claire to bed, and I tried to just relax with DH before I would be gone for a week. Oh, but it was very hard to relax. I hadnt been to Disney World in a year and a half and I was indescribably excited! I probably checked the packing list 16 more times before I finally decided to call it a night. Unlike every other Disney Eve, I was actually able to sleep this time! Claire woke up once during the night and after a quick bottle, she was back to bed. Her schedule got really messed up when we went on the ski trip, and unfortunately, she still had not recovered in the two weeks since we had returned. I hoped this didnt mean bad things for the Disney vacation...
My alarm rang at 5:00 a.m. I showered and got myself ready while DH loaded the car. Then, I got Claire out of her bed, put her in her car seat, and gave her a bottle. She would get dressed and eat breakfast at my parents house. I knew for sure that my mom wouldnt be ready to go at this early hour. DH drove us to my parents house, unloaded the car, kissed us good-bye and headed to his meeting.
I fed Claire her breakfast and got her changed into her clothes while my mom finished her last minute packing. Five minutes after Dave was to arrive, I received a text message from him telling me that the doors on his mini-van were frozen shut and he was trying to de-ice them! He said he would be at my parents house ASAP. Twenty minutes later, Dave arrived. The doors? Still frozen shut! We waited a few minutes for the van to warm up a little more and then we tried again. And again. And then we tried again. Finally, they opened. Thank goodness! We packed up the van and we were on our way.
About 25 minutes into the one hour drive to the airport, I realized I had forgotten my phone charger. It was too late to turn around, so I asked Dave to stop at a Walgreens. Thankfully, they had an iPhone charger. I purchased it and hopped back in the van and hoped that the charger was the last of my bad luck for the morning...
Next up: Would our bad luck continue through the flight? Stay tuned to find out!