OK ya'll, you've been asking and I am here to tell you my woes about my vacation. I need to give you a bit of a preface first. In 2006 my mom decided that we should begin a tradition that every other year myself, my mom and my daughter will go to Disney. Great idea right? Well I thought so until I got home from that first trip swearing that I would never go on another trip like that with her again. Don't get me wrong. I love my mother dearly, but she is a stress bucket and does not know how to relax.
Fast forward to this past January and she got the "itch" to go back to Disney for our trip. I really thought that she would not want to go again either, but she remembered how much fun we had had in 2006, so she wanted to go again. I sat down with her and gently reminded her of the reality of the last trip and she actually agreed that she had been very stressed out and a bit overbearing on that trip and "promised" that this would be different. It was Disney so I suckered, and besides she was paying for most of the trip, so why not give it another chance.
So trip was planned we were leaving Friday, Dec 5th. As I was madly trying to begin packing on the 2nd in the evening I walk by my daughter and touch her forhead as I pass......

holy cow she was burning up. I do the normal parent thing...give her tylenol a cool shower and make her rest. She is not better the next morning so I take her to her doctor who says she has a "viral croop" type thing. She's fine to go on the plane and once she gets into the Florida sun she will be fine. She also said that her cough might get worse before it gets better and that if she is not better by the following Wednesday I should have her re-checked in FL.
We go to Florida and the first day was great. Although my daughter I could tell was really not feeling well. That Saturday we went to Downtown Disney to meet some of our family who lives in the Orlando area that we had not seen for awhile. We agreed to meet them in front of Planet Hollywood. So we met them under the little covering right outside Planet Hollywood where you can hear the music from inside the restaurant, we're standing there saying our hello's and my daughter gasped.....I had wanted to but didn't......she just looked at me waiting for me to get excited but instead she was just quiet, of course everyone looked at her. My cousin, who has known me since I was the crazy high schooler in love with Jordan knew exactly what was happening. They were playing "Single" at Planet Hollywood. Of course I had to explain to everyone what was happening and how I had just seen them in concert and acted like a 14 year old again and how I had lost my voice for a week and on and on. Anyway, that was a bright point for the day.
The next days were park days and while I had fun with my daughter, my mom sorta drove me nuts. So Tuesday morning rolls along and my daughter is coughing like she has been smoking for 99 years, so I decide to take her to the clinic just to make myself feel better. Needless to say I did the right thing. The dr there said if I had waited another day he would have probably admitted her to the hospital, yep she was that bad, she had a double ear infection and a bronchial pneumonia type thing. We had several medications and we had to wheel her around in a wheelchair for the rest of the trip. Which you can only imagine how fun that was to try to keep an 8 year old in a wheelchair when they want to get up and go run around and look at something. It was cool for about 20 minutes. The thing with my daughter is, like some of you have said, I never know she's sick until she's REALLY sick because nothing keeps her down.
Long story.......sorta short. We had a good trip, it was Disney after all. But if I go again with my mother, my dh will be with me and my step dad will be with her and we will have our own rooms.
Good news is we never waited more than 5 or 10 minutes in line. We had a couple of ride breakdowns, we walked out of Ellen's Universe of Energy in the dinosaur part, that was kind of neat. It was just a long trip and I was so glad to get home and see my hubby again, and back to my NKOTB CD in my car. I know I forgot to bring it for the rental car and the rental car wouldn't play my i pod.