MelessaG
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Feb 7, 2004
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Cast of Characters
Me- WDW nut who just may love planning trips more than taking them
DH-reluctant escort who I think may enjoy WDW more than he lets us know
Little Tink- almost 7 year-old WDW vet and budding park commando like mom
Sonny Boy-4 year-old "Stitch" fan who acts a lot like 626
Bitty Princess-2 year-old Diva
Baby Girl-6 month old along for the ride
MeMe-My mom and doting grandmother
PaPa-my Dad and mentor in vacationing 'commando-style'
DSis-My youngest sis, pregnant on the trip wed last July
DBIL-Sis' new husband, an unknown quantity, and birthday boy this trip
We had a wonderful Thanksgiving at my grandparents in Tulsa and bedded down for the night to get an early start the next morning. For MeMe, PaPa, DSis and BIL, this would be a short flight to Orlando, for us, a 20 hour road trip. Strange as it sounds, I was looking forward to it. We were going to see SIL, DH's aunts in Tampa and St. Pete's Beach, and we were spending Christmas with Mickey. Besides, we had tons of CD's and a DVD player. I had secretly purchased a ton of Mickey and Princess stickers and coloring books and I thought we were covered...It turned out what I was most grateful to have packed was a first aid kit.
I woke up the next morning full of enthuiasm. DH was still snoring away, but I let him sleep-if for no other reason than to have the bathroom to myself. I washed my face, grabbed my toothpaste, and dug into our make-up bag looking for my toothbrush. Instead, I found my safety razor and took off a few layers of skin on my fingertip! OW! Boy did that bleed! It kinda makes the term "safety razor" a misnomer, doesn't it? Well, after soaking through a band aid, I began hissing at DH to wake up and help me. After a fwe grunts, he finally clued in that I wasn't being cute and walked into my grandmother's adorable purple bathroom which I was frantically trying to clean up while soaking through yet another band aid. He looked at my finger which was now beginning to sting, and ruled out stitches since it was more of a scrape than a gash. He grabbed our first aid kit and wrapped it in gauze. He told me not to use it. And I was going to get four kids fed and into the car how? Needless to say, it slowed me down considerably and it hurt any time I touched it wrong. My plan had been to send the two older kids to the bathroom, give the younger ones dry diapers and just some milk and toast until we got a few hours down the road to dress and change them. With DH running the show, they were dressed, given a big breakfast, and we left about an hour later than I wanted. Oh well...we're on vacation, right?
We left Tulsa and headed for the Indian Nation turnpike. No sooner did we hit it than the unthinkable happened...the DVD player blew a fuse! Oh no! I've read about nightmares like this, but to actually experience it! The horror!
After that, all heck broke loose in Backseatville. Sonny Boy and Little Tink argued "He's touching me! She's looking at me! Both of you be quiet!" Bitty Princess cried because she dropped her blankie. I reached back to hand it to her and "son of a gun, that hurts!" Unfortunately, my injured finger was on the right hand, you know the one I use unconsciously to do just about anything. Then, because I had adjusted Bitty Princesses DVD screen only minutes before the fuse blew (again with my hurt hand before I realized it-OW!), Little Tink decided to start blaming me for the broken DVD player. "Well, Mommy touched it, then it broke, Daddy" "Little Tink! Your mother didn't break it, leave her alone!" "Sonny Boy? Do you want some fruit snacks?" (or anything to put in your mouth that will shut you up?) "Sure Mommy" "OK, just let Mommy dig them out of her...OW! That hurts" "Use your other hand, Honey!" "Mommy! I have to go potty!" "We just passed the last bathroom for 30 miles Sonny" "Wah! Wah! Wah!" (baby girl had to have her say too, you know)
Needless to say, by the time we reached Paris, Texas for lunch I felt like we had been on the road forever. Our first stop was Wal-Mart. Thay had the fuses we needed and the crayons Mommy forgot to pack. Within five minutes of DH emerging from the store (which was packed with day-after-Thanksgiving shoppers), we were simultaneously coloring and watching one of The Land Before Times. We stopped at Burger King for some chicken strips and kids playground fun. While I was in the bathroom, some kid stole Bitty Princess' Sponge Bob toy. I went and took it back from him. Normally, I would have let it go, but you've just read about my last four hours in the car and I could not hear the screaming again, just yet. It wasn't personal, the kid was going from table to table grabbing toys while his poor, apologetic mother was trying to keep up with him and who needed what toy back. I felt her pain. After a play break for the kids and a milk break for Baby Girl, we loaded back up and continued south. That DVD player really did make the difference, because the rest of the trip seemed to go smoothly with the occasional exception of Baby Girl who felt the need to fuss rather than let the car motion put her to sleep.
At one point later in the evening, Little Tink let me know my age was showing. Recently, I've been very upset that our Oldies station plays songs from the Grease soundtrack. It's one thing to hear my childhood music on the classic rock station, but the Oldies?! Dh and I discussed this, then realized we had the soundtrack CD in the car and decided to play it. We were listening to it and having a blast when the following conversation transpired:
"Mommy? Whatcha listening to"
"This is the music from Grease, Honey. It was Mommy's favorite record when she was your age."
"What's a record, Mommy?"
"Never mind."
Before too long, we arrived in Hattiesburg, MS and began to look for the Fairfield Inn...
Me- WDW nut who just may love planning trips more than taking them
DH-reluctant escort who I think may enjoy WDW more than he lets us know
Little Tink- almost 7 year-old WDW vet and budding park commando like mom
Sonny Boy-4 year-old "Stitch" fan who acts a lot like 626
Bitty Princess-2 year-old Diva
Baby Girl-6 month old along for the ride
MeMe-My mom and doting grandmother
PaPa-my Dad and mentor in vacationing 'commando-style'
DSis-My youngest sis, pregnant on the trip wed last July
DBIL-Sis' new husband, an unknown quantity, and birthday boy this trip
We had a wonderful Thanksgiving at my grandparents in Tulsa and bedded down for the night to get an early start the next morning. For MeMe, PaPa, DSis and BIL, this would be a short flight to Orlando, for us, a 20 hour road trip. Strange as it sounds, I was looking forward to it. We were going to see SIL, DH's aunts in Tampa and St. Pete's Beach, and we were spending Christmas with Mickey. Besides, we had tons of CD's and a DVD player. I had secretly purchased a ton of Mickey and Princess stickers and coloring books and I thought we were covered...It turned out what I was most grateful to have packed was a first aid kit.
I woke up the next morning full of enthuiasm. DH was still snoring away, but I let him sleep-if for no other reason than to have the bathroom to myself. I washed my face, grabbed my toothpaste, and dug into our make-up bag looking for my toothbrush. Instead, I found my safety razor and took off a few layers of skin on my fingertip! OW! Boy did that bleed! It kinda makes the term "safety razor" a misnomer, doesn't it? Well, after soaking through a band aid, I began hissing at DH to wake up and help me. After a fwe grunts, he finally clued in that I wasn't being cute and walked into my grandmother's adorable purple bathroom which I was frantically trying to clean up while soaking through yet another band aid. He looked at my finger which was now beginning to sting, and ruled out stitches since it was more of a scrape than a gash. He grabbed our first aid kit and wrapped it in gauze. He told me not to use it. And I was going to get four kids fed and into the car how? Needless to say, it slowed me down considerably and it hurt any time I touched it wrong. My plan had been to send the two older kids to the bathroom, give the younger ones dry diapers and just some milk and toast until we got a few hours down the road to dress and change them. With DH running the show, they were dressed, given a big breakfast, and we left about an hour later than I wanted. Oh well...we're on vacation, right?
We left Tulsa and headed for the Indian Nation turnpike. No sooner did we hit it than the unthinkable happened...the DVD player blew a fuse! Oh no! I've read about nightmares like this, but to actually experience it! The horror!
After that, all heck broke loose in Backseatville. Sonny Boy and Little Tink argued "He's touching me! She's looking at me! Both of you be quiet!" Bitty Princess cried because she dropped her blankie. I reached back to hand it to her and "son of a gun, that hurts!" Unfortunately, my injured finger was on the right hand, you know the one I use unconsciously to do just about anything. Then, because I had adjusted Bitty Princesses DVD screen only minutes before the fuse blew (again with my hurt hand before I realized it-OW!), Little Tink decided to start blaming me for the broken DVD player. "Well, Mommy touched it, then it broke, Daddy" "Little Tink! Your mother didn't break it, leave her alone!" "Sonny Boy? Do you want some fruit snacks?" (or anything to put in your mouth that will shut you up?) "Sure Mommy" "OK, just let Mommy dig them out of her...OW! That hurts" "Use your other hand, Honey!" "Mommy! I have to go potty!" "We just passed the last bathroom for 30 miles Sonny" "Wah! Wah! Wah!" (baby girl had to have her say too, you know)
Needless to say, by the time we reached Paris, Texas for lunch I felt like we had been on the road forever. Our first stop was Wal-Mart. Thay had the fuses we needed and the crayons Mommy forgot to pack. Within five minutes of DH emerging from the store (which was packed with day-after-Thanksgiving shoppers), we were simultaneously coloring and watching one of The Land Before Times. We stopped at Burger King for some chicken strips and kids playground fun. While I was in the bathroom, some kid stole Bitty Princess' Sponge Bob toy. I went and took it back from him. Normally, I would have let it go, but you've just read about my last four hours in the car and I could not hear the screaming again, just yet. It wasn't personal, the kid was going from table to table grabbing toys while his poor, apologetic mother was trying to keep up with him and who needed what toy back. I felt her pain. After a play break for the kids and a milk break for Baby Girl, we loaded back up and continued south. That DVD player really did make the difference, because the rest of the trip seemed to go smoothly with the occasional exception of Baby Girl who felt the need to fuss rather than let the car motion put her to sleep.
At one point later in the evening, Little Tink let me know my age was showing. Recently, I've been very upset that our Oldies station plays songs from the Grease soundtrack. It's one thing to hear my childhood music on the classic rock station, but the Oldies?! Dh and I discussed this, then realized we had the soundtrack CD in the car and decided to play it. We were listening to it and having a blast when the following conversation transpired:
"Mommy? Whatcha listening to"
"This is the music from Grease, Honey. It was Mommy's favorite record when she was your age."
"What's a record, Mommy?"
"Never mind."
Before too long, we arrived in Hattiesburg, MS and began to look for the Fairfield Inn...
