Day four
(sorry each update is taking so long. But I seem to be long winded)
My wife and I woke up in our cabin with no children. But we were at Disney, and we really wanted to enjoy the world with our kids. So it was time to reclaim our kids and pick up two extra travel companions. The rest of our tour days were going to be with the In-laws.
Before I go on, you and I are going to play a game. You the reader have to find the mistake Heidi and I make. The in-laws made a few, but I will try not to get into that – bad for the blood pressure. No she and I made a mistake that made things really rough for us. I will give the answer in my next post. Ready? Game on.
We had arranged to meet our kids and in-laws at the Grand Floridian. It is my youngest sons first birthday. To balance the attention he would get my 5yr old was scheduled to go on a pirate cruise. All we had to do was get everyone to the Grand Floridian by 8:40 or so. My wife and I arrived first at 8:30ish. We discovered that we couldn’t actually park where one would expect. We could Valet park, but we are young and kinda cheap, so that wasn’t going to happen. We park across the street at the designated spot, walk across the street and poke around the GF. Nice place, the lobby was bustling and I found the lobby to be one of the least relaxing places in the world. Not Disney world mind you THE WORLD. Too many parents, kids, suitcases, princesses, gingerbread houses, tourists, trees, noise, hurry, crying and anger for me. I suppose this is the scene in any big hotel lobby. Advantage FT. Wilderness. Anyhow, we scope out the place, find the boat and the best way to get from the lobby to the boat. Not rocket science.
We try calling mom-in-law, no answer. We sit in the lobby and wait. Comfy couch, at least. Nice looking tree. People watch. Chat. Watch my watch. Call mom-in-law again. Nope. Yup, sure wanna get Caiden on that boat. Well the weather yesterday sure was nice. We will have to take the boys in a couple years. I send a text message. Heidi calls. Nothing. Huh, where do you think they are?
It is getting time to load kids on the boat. But I have no kid to load on the boat. I am an antsy person anyhow so the lobby just wasn’t working for me. I decide that I will go out front to try to catch the in-laws driving through the GF front entrance. I figure they will do the same thing I did and drive to where you think there would be free parking but there is not. I am kinda cheap, but they are misers, so there is no way they would Valet. (In many ways I respect and understand their frugal ways. And in fairness, they have loosened their purse strings in recent year. Finally, it really isn’t any of my darn business anyhow. I am just painting the picture for my reader.) So my hope is to catch them driving my, grab my eldest son, and get him to the boat.
While I am antsy and annoyed my wife went from annoyed to angry to livid to whatever is the very top of that scale. I don’t know how many messages and missed calls their cell had – I didn’t want to bring it up to ask – but I am guessing upwards of thirty. Maybe fifty. So Heidi and I stake out the GF so walking or driving they can’t get by us. I bet security was watching us at this point, but what can I do. Wait wait wait. Pace pace pace. We are not happy. However you describe Heidi’s anger combine that with the emotions of a mother worried about her children. I pray I never have that kind of wrath focused on me. Finally, at two till I tell Heidi to go to the boat and stall the staff.
My phone rings. The in-laws and kids are at the boat. When I arrive Caiden has on Pirate Mickey ears and a life vest. Logan has birthday ears the in-laws got them. (I said the purse strings loosened some.) I say hi to Caiden which makes us both feel better. Onto the pirate boat he goes ARRGH!
I carry around Logan while we develop a plan. I know the in-laws like Epcot. So I make a huge “sacrifice” and send my wife, the baby, and the in-laws to Epcot while I have to hang out at the GF and wait for my son to return. They get on the monorail and head to Epcot. I eat a snack, alone in the quiet. Talk to the
DVC woman. I ask if I have time for a super quick tour. She tries to make me feel guilty for being so disorganized that I didn’t have this two hour block planned out earlier. If only I had my stuff together then I could learn about the fantastic opportunity to give Disney Inc even more of my money. I try to explain planning with in-laws but she wouldn’t hear it. I am a looser. If only I would commit to two hours of my next vacation day, commit right now mind you, I could go for the no-pressure 45 min sales pitch instead of enjoying vacation time with my family. Go back to NYC you old hag.
So I get the instructions to my camera, sit on a bench with a great view of the Magic Kingdom and read about my new Camera. Spend an hour messing with focus, timers and such. The sun is warm. The bench is quiet. Hour well spent. To heck with your Best Kept Secret you old hag.
Important note: An hour of quiet time in the sun at Disney is fantastic.
Important note: Pirate Cruise = thumbs up
Important note: Go away you old hag
The boat arrived and I got some nice pics from the other side of the quay. But then I had to run around to get my son. Caiden was the last one, and the staff looked at me like I was one of those parents. Whatever. Caiden had some treasure and had a good time. Successful, he and I got into the car and drove to the Cabin. I grabbed him some snacks, took a restroom break and headed to EPCOT. Well at least we tried to, I thought I could take a short way made a wrong turn and went around the north side of Magic Kingdom. It took a little longer than planned, but that was ok. We arrived parked in the convenient AAA diamond parking and walked in.
Obviously while Caiden and I were taking our time, the rest of the crew were exploring all of the wonders EPCOT has to offer. To understand their experience, and hit on an important lesson learned, I have to back waaay up. All the way to May 08. Once we set up our dates we invited the in-laws to join us. They agreed but the campground fills up quickly. It turns out they could only stay on property for Saturday and Sunday of our trip. But that was fine with them, they booked the rest of the stay at a near by KOA and picked up the dining plan for the entire week so they could eat all the meals I had booked. Now that didn’t sound right, so I mentioned to MIL that she may want to check on the meal plan. She assured me that they had a meal plan for the length of their tickets. I asked around on the DIS boards, and mentioned it one more time. Again I was told it was all cool. They are gown ups, I did what I could as a son in law, I dropped it.
So as we got into the car at Grand Floridian, I sent a text message to Heidi (before I started driving) asking how things were going. My wife replied “Dealing with mom & dads meal plan”. I, feeling snarky and able to share such things with my wife, replied (at a stop light): Tee-Hee. Her response back, “Bad lets not talk about it in front of them.”
Apparently they tried to buy food on the meal plan and were rejected. MIL went to EPCOT customer service and tired to get things fixed. 1. There was nothing to fix, MIL got hosed. 2. Wherever she got the tickets, EPCOT customer service couldn’t help her at all. MIL left customer service crying. FIL went in and was THAT guy. Cut in front of everyone – check. Yell at staff – check. Storm out telling everyone in line to give up because customer service won’t help anyone – check. They were planning on dealing with wherever they got the tickets and getting money back and such. I have no idea what happened, I don’t want to get involved.
Important note: : Meal packages are only for the length of your stay on Disney Properties.
Important note: : If your son in law is the obsessive planning type, reading books and working angles for your vacation, and he warns you about something TWICE, take it seriously.
Important note: : If you know there is going to be a scene and there is nothing you can do to make it better, avoid the situation. [Portecting the kids is first priority]
Anyhow the meal thing blew up, cooled off some and then Caiden and I arrived. I felt like I had succeeded because he and I were well rested happy and the impressionable boy had avoided witnessing a grandparent meltdown. Suddenly, I, the guy with the plan arrived. Now I don’t know if I had the best plan, but I sure as heck had a plan. We did the classic – well what do you want to do – thing that kills groups for about 5 min. MIL and FIL started to recount their tale of leaving their cell in the camper and not really knowing how to get to GF. I solve all the problems. I grabbed the star of the show – the 5yr old boy – and said, “This way” and he and I started walking. I said something about well we are all here now, dismissing the finger pointing regarding the morning, because really that wasn’t gonna help anyone.
Important note: If there is only one kid of prime viewing age, whoever controls that kid, controls the group. Where that kid goes, the grandparents will follow.
Important note: : ALWAYS TAKE THE FREAKING CELLPHONE. Mobile communications have revolutionized the way we live. There is no excuse for leaving it in the camper/hotel room. Go back and get it.
Important note: : in twenty years when we can have cell/communication chip implants so we never leave our cell phones in the room, sign me, my wife and my kids up.
We went on test track – longest line of the trip 30 min or so. We went of mission to Mars; I opted for the easy ride. I used Caiden as my excuse when FIL gave me flak. Later I just owned up to not wanting to be messed up, sick and headachy for my vacation than you very much.
We did this and that, I sent MIL for soaring fast passes. 8:00 pm. That wasn’t going to work. We had our Disney visa so we got our pictures taken with Mickey, and Pluto. Woulda been fantastic but birthday boy 1yr old was terrified of big cartoon characters. Went to turtle talk, it was funny at first, but Logan had a meltdown, so I carried the baby out. I hear the end was good too.
Then we went to the Land for a character meal. The food was fine, reminded me of home cooking really. Heidi had her gluten issues addressed well. The characters made the rounds, Logan screamed. We ate cake birthday cake. It was good. Again we did one or two more things, and headed to our reserved section for the candlelight processional. Now I hate being rushed. And as we hiked to world showcase through the dinner crowds, I felt very rushed. So I stopped and watched an Irish band play a bit. Cause I could.
Logan was grumpy too. It seems that In-laws did not bring the diaper bag. The only diapers we had were the couple my wife put in my bag, "just in case" and he needed one more. I thought I saw some restrooms with diapers for sale, But MIL reported that there were none in the one ladies room we checked. So the decision was made to try to make it through. We get our stickers and our seats for the processional. I sit down, Logan climbs on me. He stinks of Mack and cheese and poop. I take the baby and head for the baby center. With the crying and squirming baby (I don’t know why I didn’t take the stroller) and fighting the crowds it was a 4 hour walk. I arrive at the clean and organized baby station.
They sell anything you need for a baby - except a babysitter. I will spare the reader the details of the diaper change itself, although it was unpleasant. Now before I draw too much attention to my neon cross, in fairness I have to point out this is the only diaper I change all week. So I took one baby produced bullet for the team, but I know there were many others my wife and MIL took.
The somewhat happier baby and I walk the 2.5 miles back to the stage for the show. I use the super secret password I was given to get back in (no I ain’t gonna tell you). I sit down with clean baby. And he immediately squirms and makes enough noise where I have to take him away from the others trying to watch the show. And then it starts to rain.
From the reaction of the Crowd you would think that molten lava was falling from the sky. Hordes of people bailed. Since this was a bit like church so my family wouldn’t leave till it was over. With the rain we decide it’s time to leave EPCOT. I volunteer to take Caiden. The car seat for the Baby is in the in-laws car so my wife goes with her parents
For those who prefer the good news first read away. For those who like bad news first, go down to the bad section and then come back up to the good.
Good News.
Caiden and I were free. We immediately took the fast passes – remember those for after eight? - and made a bee line for soarin. Yeah, that’s pretty sweet. We had a yummy snack. Then off into spaceship earth. Waited in line for what seemed like forever to get our free photo from the Visa Card thing. But I explained to Caiden the importance of the rope/straps that form the queue. Without those society would end. Cats and dogs living together kind of thing. Needleless to say he and I played with the straps. Heck there was nothing else to do. Eventually we got out, but had a few photopass shots taken of the happy boys. Ahh life is good.
Important note: Don’t wait until everyone is leaving to try to hit the photopass place.
Bad News
The Baby is unhappy. Really Really unhappy. Crying in the monorail. FIL is sure he parked at magic kingdom so they ride the monorail to MK. Where as we all know, there is no parking. So they take the apocalyptic baby around MK looking for where they parked. My wife of course knew better, but due to family dynamics FIL was in the lead. Eventually on the monorail back to TCC Logan sleeps. When they put the baby into the car Armageddon awakes, it is a horrid drive back.
Important note: Don’t forget where you parked. Row, section, which theme park and parking for MK is at the TCC not at MK.
Caiden and I get back happy as can be. My wife is already back… destroyed. I can’t stop laughing I had such a good time, because Caiden and I managed to avoid them. That goes over great. Actually, she takes it as well as can be hoped. I mean I lived to tell didn’t I? She was there for the train wreck and needed to talk about it. I just kept giggling. And so the night ended, she exhausted me elated. No more ditching the family for me though. Now we gotta make it work.