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Reason for the trip - Do we ever really need one?
I was in Disney in December with my DH and there was a bounceback offer.
It was the first time I had ever seen one and I wanted to bounceback. I have wanted to see the Flower and Garden Show and this was my opportunity. I asked Jim, my DH, and he said he couldn't take the time off. He could but really wanted didn't want to. His response - go alone. Um no, I don't do solo. Then a light bulb went off in my head,
ask my mom. I called her on the first day; she was interested but had to ask my dad. It took 4 days but she finally called me back. "I can go but under one condition, we have to go on It's A Small World." DUH, that is a must ride for me. The last time my mom and I went on a mother-daughter trip I was 8 y/o and we went to the World's Fair in NYC. We rode IASW and I was in love. So with my mom in I booked the trip.
I came home and told my kids, they laughed. I told my aunt (mom's baby sister), she laughed. I told my friends, they laughed. I was confused, after all what could be so bad taking a trip with my mom.
Oh yeah, my mom and I can go for weeks without speaking to each other because we have BIG disagreements.
I am the daughter my mom always wanted and never had. We are very opposite in a lot of ways. My mom loves Victorian literature, not me. That's my SIL. I majored in Medieval lit. My mom loves art, pretty classic art. I like the Scream and Van Gogh. My mom likes science and everything making sense. I like psychology - voodoo medicine in her mind. My mom likes to do crafty things. I hem my pants with a stapler. I love Disney, she looks at me like I have 2 heads. You get the picture, not exactly alike.
Before I go on let me introduce the cast of characters:
Me - Lorrie - the daughter. Lover of Disney, favorite character Grumpy.
Here I am with Grumpy
Mom - Esther - the mother. Doesn't understand Disney
Mom with my grandson
Past trips:
My first trip was in 1988. My baby brother's school organized a trip to Disney. My parents were going and my DH and I took our kids too. Mom didn't get it I was hooked.
I went again in 1992 with my kids and "the babysitter". Let us say it was not a pleasant trip and my kids refer to it as the trip where "mom tried to stab the babysitter with a fork".
We went again in 1997 and my mom came on the trip with us. It was not a fun trip. My son had panic attacks, my mom thought he was faking and I was stuck in the middle. Mom swore that she hated Disney and would never go again.
I have had several trips since then but mom true to her word never went back. I had to make her see the magic.
I planned. I booked the CP before the MK opens so she can see an almost empty MK. I planned what I thought she would like. I asked for her input, she told me to do what I want and tell her how much. This was going to be a tough sell. How do I make her see the magic? Along the 4 months I had to plan the trip my aunt became part of the equation. My dad's sister lives in Florida, about 35 miles from the World and doesn't go there. I began to question if I was really a part of this family. Now I have two non-believers to convert. Can it be done?
I planned, I had my grandkids asking if they could come with me, I worried about who would watch my grandkids while I was gone, I worried that my DH would starve, I worried that my dog would sleep on my furniture. I made sure that my camera had enough batteries and memory cards. Mom informed me she wasn't taking a camera.
I worried that my mom was losing her sanity. Then it came time to leave. Would I survive the trip?
Up next DAY 1.
I was in Disney in December with my DH and there was a bounceback offer.


I came home and told my kids, they laughed. I told my aunt (mom's baby sister), she laughed. I told my friends, they laughed. I was confused, after all what could be so bad taking a trip with my mom.

I am the daughter my mom always wanted and never had. We are very opposite in a lot of ways. My mom loves Victorian literature, not me. That's my SIL. I majored in Medieval lit. My mom loves art, pretty classic art. I like the Scream and Van Gogh. My mom likes science and everything making sense. I like psychology - voodoo medicine in her mind. My mom likes to do crafty things. I hem my pants with a stapler. I love Disney, she looks at me like I have 2 heads. You get the picture, not exactly alike.
Before I go on let me introduce the cast of characters:
Me - Lorrie - the daughter. Lover of Disney, favorite character Grumpy.
Here I am with Grumpy

Mom - Esther - the mother. Doesn't understand Disney
Mom with my grandson

Past trips:
My first trip was in 1988. My baby brother's school organized a trip to Disney. My parents were going and my DH and I took our kids too. Mom didn't get it I was hooked.
I went again in 1992 with my kids and "the babysitter". Let us say it was not a pleasant trip and my kids refer to it as the trip where "mom tried to stab the babysitter with a fork".
We went again in 1997 and my mom came on the trip with us. It was not a fun trip. My son had panic attacks, my mom thought he was faking and I was stuck in the middle. Mom swore that she hated Disney and would never go again.
I have had several trips since then but mom true to her word never went back. I had to make her see the magic.
I planned. I booked the CP before the MK opens so she can see an almost empty MK. I planned what I thought she would like. I asked for her input, she told me to do what I want and tell her how much. This was going to be a tough sell. How do I make her see the magic? Along the 4 months I had to plan the trip my aunt became part of the equation. My dad's sister lives in Florida, about 35 miles from the World and doesn't go there. I began to question if I was really a part of this family. Now I have two non-believers to convert. Can it be done?
I planned, I had my grandkids asking if they could come with me, I worried about who would watch my grandkids while I was gone, I worried that my DH would starve, I worried that my dog would sleep on my furniture. I made sure that my camera had enough batteries and memory cards. Mom informed me she wasn't taking a camera.

Up next DAY 1.