How to make $3600 on your disney vacation! WE DID!! NEW 9/3*The Epilogue, DONE* p. 54
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horsegirl said:
As much as I would love to keep my horse at home, all of the above stops me. Just spent a month doing morning feeding, watering, turnout and picking of 15 stalls to help our trainer out after she had surgery. Love getting up early and the fresh air. Especially love being alone with the horses in the morning. But it sure would be easier if they didn't eat so much..I have much appreciation for those who do it every day..never mind trying to take a vacation.....and take care of three little ones.....and still have a sense of humor....waiting for the rest of your report.........
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kimmar067 said:
Sooo, you can either accept the $500, or KEEP your briefcase...DEAL, or NO DEAL?"
Ah Ha Haaaaaaaaaaaaa! OMG that picture, too funny, Kimmar! I am a reality show buff, and used to love watching match game as a doe, (Remember when the big tv night would be sitting with the folks watching Monty, door number one, door number two Oooooooor Door number three- has anyone heard George Carlin do that skit
) so I guess I kinda like game shows too, but there is only so much tv a gal can watch without turning veg! But I will admit that I did turn this show on for a minute one night and the tv moderator in our house, uh, DJ, shut the deal or no deal thread i mean channel, down, I mean off. But now that you post that pic, I am kind of intrigued with this guy in a Yul Brynner kind of way. Kind a sexy he is. At first I was like-ooh Kimmar is showing me her sexy love doll, and then I figured out he's the host of the show DJ won't let me start watching. Not that he has any control over me what so ever, but he does influence me at times.Girl, I wondered who would pick up the turtle back zoo reference. But I could be from New York...... and the boss, he da' man! I just love his stuff, always have and southside johnny too...... You know, "It ain't the meat, it's the motion that makes your Daddy wanna rock..."
I gotta get off, I am neglecting my child.
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Wow! So good so far...I can't wait to see how the extra $1600 turned up.
BTW, I would have done the same thing - 4 hours for $2000?? Sold! That is another trip to WDW baby!
BTW, I would have done the same thing - 4 hours for $2000?? Sold! That is another trip to WDW baby!
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College memories!!!
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Thanks and I hope you are all having a great day!
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Thanks and I hope you are all having a great day!
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Okay people stay on track here! We want her to be able to finish, right? 
The Mods are gonna lock this up tight and throw away the keys!
Next installment please!
The Mods are gonna lock this up tight and throw away the keys!
Next installment please!
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Hey all, I just came in from the barn to be at peace with my critters and my kids who were jumping off into the hay. I will try to write tonight. This has been an off day on the boards so it seems, 
and now I figured out what happened to zzub and I never even really got to start his report, which I was saving to read all at once. So I'm having writers block and feeling just a little blue. I want to make sure I do justice to part 5- First Class and The Mouse- Touchdown....
and now I figured out what happened to zzub and I never even really got to start his report, which I was saving to read all at once. So I'm having writers block and feeling just a little blue. I want to make sure I do justice to part 5- First Class and The Mouse- Touchdown....
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So we're tickled that 24 hours earlier, Delta changed our flight free of charge and overbooked a leg in doing so and then gives us $2000 to get us off said leg. And most importantly now Boston is closed. Man, we scored.
THE WAIT
Off to the airport playground. Cinciannati has more than just one cheesy little tykes log cabin in the middle of the seating area. The have a whole big section far away from any gate (are little kids that loud that they need to be quarantined? I mean, come on all you cin folks, am I right here? There is nothing around that place except lots of candy and soda machines. Oh that's helpful. Tempt the kids with more sugar for the plane trip, or cause the parents to endure the tantrum when little stevie asks for the 1000th time and hears no and finally breaks down into a blubbering and screaming basketcase. Anyway, the playground here had 3 cheesy little tykes apparatus and one was a tugboat that somehow my kids got in and began moving all around the area knocking over unsuspecting victims. It wasn't so bad and they had fun and I was relaxed until I saw a little boy put his water bottle down and one of mine began reaching for it. Ahhhhh, no germy, no, stay away from my kids. I dive bomb over there screeching and startle all the children, and luckily stopped contact from occuring.
The kids were thrilled to eat in a 'fancy restaurant'. Our vouchers covered the entire bill and this was pretty much the only time the kids got to pick anything they wanted from the menu. Ok not completely because they only pick nuggets, hot dogs, grilled cheese or pbj, so letting them pick off the menu did occur a few more times. See this was our version of the free dining plan. So you won't be getting a dining report. When you are paying out of pocket for meals at Disney, what you actually eat is not something you would ever publicly reveal, especially to thousands of disney dining officianados.
The 4 hours went by pretty quickly except for one brief time when I was collapsed on th floor in front of the windows of an empty waiting area. I am grateful it was off the beaten path, as I think I looked pretty pathetic. I just hit a wall at around 2, DJ held up a little better for some reason. But all was good. We found a place where there were hundreds of empty seats, and no people. It was perfect and the afternoon went by like lightening. well, not really but everyone was of good cheer and we all were so excited about the time we would be spending together.
FIRST CLASS
Oh I've done first class, but not in a while. There were all those business trips, I got upgraded a bunch of times, a few of them were to conferences in Orlando, Denver, and even Zurich. Now that's when I might understand paying the big bucks. The long trips are brutal when your legs are up to your chin and you have no place to put your elbow. The last time we'd been on first class was on our honeymoon. We were both in grad school at the time and in the middle of theses and tons of stress, we took off for New Orleans to elope. Highly recommend that folks. It was great. It makes me sad to see New Orleans on the news and hope that they restore it back to its' former beauty. Now that would have been one trip to write a dining plan for-Commander's Palace for one.
Anyway, I was looking forward to my pre-takeoff cocktail. The time was upon us and we had a plan. The slight rub in all this was that they couldn't put us all together. So we would be dispersed about this pretty large first class cabin. But we figured folks would move around the cabin so that we could all sit together. We boarded as soon as they started so we could get those cocktails right away. People were not exactly thrilled to see us. You know, the body language that warns you not to approach. Eyes looking down, newspapers raised higher, heads turned toward the window. But I could catch a few folks sizing us up and they had looks of fear. There was a very chilly mood there. Do people enter first class and become entitled? Or does first class cause them to enter into a state of entitlement? I also wonder how many people actually pay $1300 for the same flight that would cost $250? I am thinking alot of these folks are imposters. I look at their shoes and they don't look like Manolo Blaniks to me. I'm thinking they got on the same way we did. We decide to put our Sky and Carson together, DJ would sit alone in the middle of the plane and I would be out back with happy jack. We figured we'd wait until everyone got close to their seats so we could negotiate some swaps. You know, no one would switch? We didn't sweat it as if the kids started kicking the seats, and making noise, and grabbing all the stewardesses attention so that they couldn't refill all those free cocktails, tough. So after getting the big kids situated, we sat down, and ordered our drinkypoos. Mama is a champagne girl. Love the stuff-Veuve Cliquot, s'il vous plais. No they don't serve that vintner on Delta, but it was tasty. Jack bumped into me a couple of times and that was okay. I just ordered another. DJ is a bourbon man, and he got to sit all by himself and read, and better yet, do nothing. That doesn't happen much, you know when no one is asking for anything or needing anything, and you are not having to correct or supervise or entertain. Considering we had now been up close to 36 hours, he might have even snoozed. I had contemplated bringing out a twister game, might this have been the place to pull it out? Right in the center aisle of first class. This was an uptight group. None of these folks looked happy or excited. I mean we were headed to the Happiest Place on Earth, why did it seem like what Dick Cheney's boardrooms must be like? As it turned out the kid's were great, and as we were deplaning, people suddenly smiled, told us how good our kids were, and wasn't it a wonderful flight. Okay, I am a psychotherapist. These people were merely anxious. I take back all my mean and judgemental thoughts about them, except why are people so attached to their seats on a plane? I mean I can understand bulkhead and aisle. But moving a few seats back so a little family can sit together? Is that such a big deal. Okay, I didn't have kids once upon a time. I kind of get it.
We're there. So magically everyone in first class turns nice, and we trudge through the airport with the I-over-packed load. We have to bring the stroller, not so much for Jack, but for all the stuff we drag around. The kids all have blankeys still and they come everywhere, but they kept falling off and getting stuck in the wheels of the stroller. Ugh, and then the $20 Mickeys from the last trip would fall too, because the kids are just too tired to carry them.
I am saying nothing about ME other than it worked, and we were again psyched because CBR was the first stop. Oh yeah, on a roll...with good vibes.
WE ARRIVE!
Okay, it was still raining, no prob. We had brought the carry on with undies, bathing suits, toothbrushes, you know the bag u need when u use ME. We were the only ones checking in and there were lots of very nice staff outside in the bellhop area. Very chatty, jokes for Carson, who loves jokes but hasn't quite gotten delivering them yet.
One of the staff isn't happy with our room assignment. He tells us its smoking and orders DJ back into the check-in to get another room. Now this is what I like, WDW even does my work for me. Sweet! Way to pamper mama....The kids and I are dancing to the reggae tunes. Sky loves to dance and I am awful at it, but do it just for her sake. Whenever my kids dance, though, it turns into that will ferrel and chris kattan skit. What is love? baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no mo' and they squish the poor girl in the middle and send her off into oblivion. That always happens, and these little people have been up since 3 am. It is 6:30. pm and my kids didn't nap. Remember. Parents. You know this feeling. They are on the edge, you know any minute the house of cards is gonna fall. So I am waiting for this reggae hop to turn ugly.
Dh comes back. No luck. Seems this little resort is sold out. Seems theres a little gathering here. Seems we're the only ones not part of this gathering. The entire resort has da don da don da don(jaws music)da don da don da- the Cheerleaders-
Twilight Zone starts playing, Screen image is warped and camera zeros in on horsegirls terrified expression) She shrieks "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" And for a moment images of prepubescent girls in hipsters flooding the place is more than a person can take in. Reality seeps back in. It won't be so bad, it's only for one night. Now please don't think I don't like cheerleaders or am passing judgement, it is just the thought of so many teenagers in one place.
The Kids stay composed and the CBR sends us via SUV to our first and hopefully last smoking room. The room does not appear to accomodate 5. I didn't think CBR allowed 5 in a room, and before any of you finger waggers chew me out indignantly for sneaking jack in, we told them on the phone we had 5 and we checked in as 5.
We are all starving and Dave graciously suggests I walk to get some grub while he readies the kids for bed. Not a great decision as I look back, but I knew better.
Its pouring, but I am anxious to see the grounds, we're in Aruba, so I was able to go over the little island right to the food court. On the way, some young girls ran by me and knocked into me. "Tee hee hee hee hee" is all I hear as they disappear into the darkness. That bridge is dark and long, in a downpour. But I am still in cloud nine, I was supposed to be home readying for the flight. That ordeal is behind us, so who cares about a few lakes full of rain coming down. I get to the pool area, there are these little vixens everywhere. Some are in bathing suits, running near that little bar, and throwing cups of water at each other. "Tee hee hee hee hee" More of that cackling coming from everywhere. I duck I dodge and I successfully make it into the food court without the cups of water landing on me. Although looking back, what was I so uptight about? I was soaked anyway. Maybe its just my aversion to teenagers. Okay, ephiany here. I am just now realizing I feel about teens, the way some people felt about toddlers and preschoolers. Collectively they are terriflying but individually, you love 'em, every one of 'em cause they are really terrific and sweet and funny and loving and good. But collectively they are frightening.
The windows of the food court were all steamy. I couldn't see through. I should have known and just gone back and ordered pizza delivered to the room. But I was curious to check the place out and get some greens and other healthy food. You know how a day at the airport makes you detest snack food? So when I opened the doors, there it was a sea of cheerleaders and their families and chaperones. Everyone had pink hip hugger sweat pants with matching hoodie. You know the kind that say, baby doll on the butt. Baby on one cheek, doll on the other. Eeeeech, Sky will not be wearing any words on her beautiful derriere, no sirree. My girl is not having any more attention to her backside than it will already undoubtedly attract. Sky has the perfect body. I can say that cause its nothing like mine, and I'll tell you why another time.
There's lots of makeup,and some of it is streaking down their faces. It is also very loud. Now I know I am offending some folks here, so now is the time I want to say I have nothing against cheerleaders. I was mostly just tired and it took forever to get some food to bring back to the room. More than an hour actually, and on the way back some of those active, exuberant girlie girls, knocked over my tray and got water down my back.
I salvaged just a little of our dinner and went back ready to join DJ and watch our angels sleep while we planned for tomorrow. Our first official day at Diz. I am going to spell it like that because that is how I refer to wdw alot and if I write DIS, you might think I am referring to this board.
The light is still on, I can see it peeking out the gap in the curtain. I open the door to chaos. Sheer and utter chaos. There are no linens left left on the bed and the granola bars from aloha zuzu are ground into the mattress pad and the sheets crumpled on the floor. A juice pack or two has been stepped on, squished and exploded, and the darlings are not in the PJS I took the trouble to pack. No they are in the clothes they have been in for 24 hours and jumping up and down frantically on the beds. Now that is really the only thing to do when you are a little kid stuck in a hotel with inadequate supper and a case of exhaustion and exercise deprivation. I look at DJ with that special I-am-not-pleased-look that I'm sure he sees too much of. The thing is my idea of bedtime is calm, quiet, containment. I think the boys might have seen and heard the cheerleaders. Carson is getting to that age where he is starting to notice girls in a little different way. A few months ago, he was watching Aladdin. We have had it forever, but on this certain day, he sees her bare middrif and says, "Oh, I like her tummy." He had that look of appreciation that those big boys show sometimes, you know the dads when they see the hottie walk by and they forget you are with them....My DJ doesn't know I know, because as I said he acts cool, but I know him too well.
So I leave you with this image of my cherubs bouncing with utter delight, every bag open and strewn about the floor, no linens on the bed, and all the towels have been used as capes and are no longer sanitary. Isn't this where Lala would really be having a hard time?
And oh, one more thing, I notice the message light on the phone, and I pick it up wondering who would be calling at this time of day. Certainly not the Mickster. No it wasn't but just as good, because it is an announcement that EE would be open in the morning and closing at 2 pm for the rest of the week. Yesssssssssss! We scored again! Our original flight would have gotten in tomorrow at about 12:30 so we would surely have missed EE. The kids actually collapsed pretty quickly and DJ and I got our half hour of adult time and talked about our options for the next day........
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THE WAIT
Off to the airport playground. Cinciannati has more than just one cheesy little tykes log cabin in the middle of the seating area. The have a whole big section far away from any gate (are little kids that loud that they need to be quarantined? I mean, come on all you cin folks, am I right here? There is nothing around that place except lots of candy and soda machines. Oh that's helpful. Tempt the kids with more sugar for the plane trip, or cause the parents to endure the tantrum when little stevie asks for the 1000th time and hears no and finally breaks down into a blubbering and screaming basketcase. Anyway, the playground here had 3 cheesy little tykes apparatus and one was a tugboat that somehow my kids got in and began moving all around the area knocking over unsuspecting victims. It wasn't so bad and they had fun and I was relaxed until I saw a little boy put his water bottle down and one of mine began reaching for it. Ahhhhh, no germy, no, stay away from my kids. I dive bomb over there screeching and startle all the children, and luckily stopped contact from occuring.
The kids were thrilled to eat in a 'fancy restaurant'. Our vouchers covered the entire bill and this was pretty much the only time the kids got to pick anything they wanted from the menu. Ok not completely because they only pick nuggets, hot dogs, grilled cheese or pbj, so letting them pick off the menu did occur a few more times. See this was our version of the free dining plan. So you won't be getting a dining report. When you are paying out of pocket for meals at Disney, what you actually eat is not something you would ever publicly reveal, especially to thousands of disney dining officianados.
The 4 hours went by pretty quickly except for one brief time when I was collapsed on th floor in front of the windows of an empty waiting area. I am grateful it was off the beaten path, as I think I looked pretty pathetic. I just hit a wall at around 2, DJ held up a little better for some reason. But all was good. We found a place where there were hundreds of empty seats, and no people. It was perfect and the afternoon went by like lightening. well, not really but everyone was of good cheer and we all were so excited about the time we would be spending together.
FIRST CLASS
Oh I've done first class, but not in a while. There were all those business trips, I got upgraded a bunch of times, a few of them were to conferences in Orlando, Denver, and even Zurich. Now that's when I might understand paying the big bucks. The long trips are brutal when your legs are up to your chin and you have no place to put your elbow. The last time we'd been on first class was on our honeymoon. We were both in grad school at the time and in the middle of theses and tons of stress, we took off for New Orleans to elope. Highly recommend that folks. It was great. It makes me sad to see New Orleans on the news and hope that they restore it back to its' former beauty. Now that would have been one trip to write a dining plan for-Commander's Palace for one.
Anyway, I was looking forward to my pre-takeoff cocktail. The time was upon us and we had a plan. The slight rub in all this was that they couldn't put us all together. So we would be dispersed about this pretty large first class cabin. But we figured folks would move around the cabin so that we could all sit together. We boarded as soon as they started so we could get those cocktails right away. People were not exactly thrilled to see us. You know, the body language that warns you not to approach. Eyes looking down, newspapers raised higher, heads turned toward the window. But I could catch a few folks sizing us up and they had looks of fear. There was a very chilly mood there. Do people enter first class and become entitled? Or does first class cause them to enter into a state of entitlement? I also wonder how many people actually pay $1300 for the same flight that would cost $250? I am thinking alot of these folks are imposters. I look at their shoes and they don't look like Manolo Blaniks to me. I'm thinking they got on the same way we did. We decide to put our Sky and Carson together, DJ would sit alone in the middle of the plane and I would be out back with happy jack. We figured we'd wait until everyone got close to their seats so we could negotiate some swaps. You know, no one would switch? We didn't sweat it as if the kids started kicking the seats, and making noise, and grabbing all the stewardesses attention so that they couldn't refill all those free cocktails, tough. So after getting the big kids situated, we sat down, and ordered our drinkypoos. Mama is a champagne girl. Love the stuff-Veuve Cliquot, s'il vous plais. No they don't serve that vintner on Delta, but it was tasty. Jack bumped into me a couple of times and that was okay. I just ordered another. DJ is a bourbon man, and he got to sit all by himself and read, and better yet, do nothing. That doesn't happen much, you know when no one is asking for anything or needing anything, and you are not having to correct or supervise or entertain. Considering we had now been up close to 36 hours, he might have even snoozed. I had contemplated bringing out a twister game, might this have been the place to pull it out? Right in the center aisle of first class. This was an uptight group. None of these folks looked happy or excited. I mean we were headed to the Happiest Place on Earth, why did it seem like what Dick Cheney's boardrooms must be like? As it turned out the kid's were great, and as we were deplaning, people suddenly smiled, told us how good our kids were, and wasn't it a wonderful flight. Okay, I am a psychotherapist. These people were merely anxious. I take back all my mean and judgemental thoughts about them, except why are people so attached to their seats on a plane? I mean I can understand bulkhead and aisle. But moving a few seats back so a little family can sit together? Is that such a big deal. Okay, I didn't have kids once upon a time. I kind of get it.
We're there. So magically everyone in first class turns nice, and we trudge through the airport with the I-over-packed load. We have to bring the stroller, not so much for Jack, but for all the stuff we drag around. The kids all have blankeys still and they come everywhere, but they kept falling off and getting stuck in the wheels of the stroller. Ugh, and then the $20 Mickeys from the last trip would fall too, because the kids are just too tired to carry them.
I am saying nothing about ME other than it worked, and we were again psyched because CBR was the first stop. Oh yeah, on a roll...with good vibes.
WE ARRIVE!
Okay, it was still raining, no prob. We had brought the carry on with undies, bathing suits, toothbrushes, you know the bag u need when u use ME. We were the only ones checking in and there were lots of very nice staff outside in the bellhop area. Very chatty, jokes for Carson, who loves jokes but hasn't quite gotten delivering them yet.
One of the staff isn't happy with our room assignment. He tells us its smoking and orders DJ back into the check-in to get another room. Now this is what I like, WDW even does my work for me. Sweet! Way to pamper mama....The kids and I are dancing to the reggae tunes. Sky loves to dance and I am awful at it, but do it just for her sake. Whenever my kids dance, though, it turns into that will ferrel and chris kattan skit. What is love? baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no mo' and they squish the poor girl in the middle and send her off into oblivion. That always happens, and these little people have been up since 3 am. It is 6:30. pm and my kids didn't nap. Remember. Parents. You know this feeling. They are on the edge, you know any minute the house of cards is gonna fall. So I am waiting for this reggae hop to turn ugly.
Dh comes back. No luck. Seems this little resort is sold out. Seems theres a little gathering here. Seems we're the only ones not part of this gathering. The entire resort has da don da don da don(jaws music)da don da don da- the Cheerleaders-
Twilight Zone starts playing, Screen image is warped and camera zeros in on horsegirls terrified expression) She shrieks "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" And for a moment images of prepubescent girls in hipsters flooding the place is more than a person can take in. Reality seeps back in. It won't be so bad, it's only for one night. Now please don't think I don't like cheerleaders or am passing judgement, it is just the thought of so many teenagers in one place.The Kids stay composed and the CBR sends us via SUV to our first and hopefully last smoking room. The room does not appear to accomodate 5. I didn't think CBR allowed 5 in a room, and before any of you finger waggers chew me out indignantly for sneaking jack in, we told them on the phone we had 5 and we checked in as 5.
We are all starving and Dave graciously suggests I walk to get some grub while he readies the kids for bed. Not a great decision as I look back, but I knew better.
Its pouring, but I am anxious to see the grounds, we're in Aruba, so I was able to go over the little island right to the food court. On the way, some young girls ran by me and knocked into me. "Tee hee hee hee hee" is all I hear as they disappear into the darkness. That bridge is dark and long, in a downpour. But I am still in cloud nine, I was supposed to be home readying for the flight. That ordeal is behind us, so who cares about a few lakes full of rain coming down. I get to the pool area, there are these little vixens everywhere. Some are in bathing suits, running near that little bar, and throwing cups of water at each other. "Tee hee hee hee hee" More of that cackling coming from everywhere. I duck I dodge and I successfully make it into the food court without the cups of water landing on me. Although looking back, what was I so uptight about? I was soaked anyway. Maybe its just my aversion to teenagers. Okay, ephiany here. I am just now realizing I feel about teens, the way some people felt about toddlers and preschoolers. Collectively they are terriflying but individually, you love 'em, every one of 'em cause they are really terrific and sweet and funny and loving and good. But collectively they are frightening.
The windows of the food court were all steamy. I couldn't see through. I should have known and just gone back and ordered pizza delivered to the room. But I was curious to check the place out and get some greens and other healthy food. You know how a day at the airport makes you detest snack food? So when I opened the doors, there it was a sea of cheerleaders and their families and chaperones. Everyone had pink hip hugger sweat pants with matching hoodie. You know the kind that say, baby doll on the butt. Baby on one cheek, doll on the other. Eeeeech, Sky will not be wearing any words on her beautiful derriere, no sirree. My girl is not having any more attention to her backside than it will already undoubtedly attract. Sky has the perfect body. I can say that cause its nothing like mine, and I'll tell you why another time.
There's lots of makeup,and some of it is streaking down their faces. It is also very loud. Now I know I am offending some folks here, so now is the time I want to say I have nothing against cheerleaders. I was mostly just tired and it took forever to get some food to bring back to the room. More than an hour actually, and on the way back some of those active, exuberant girlie girls, knocked over my tray and got water down my back.
I salvaged just a little of our dinner and went back ready to join DJ and watch our angels sleep while we planned for tomorrow. Our first official day at Diz. I am going to spell it like that because that is how I refer to wdw alot and if I write DIS, you might think I am referring to this board. The light is still on, I can see it peeking out the gap in the curtain. I open the door to chaos. Sheer and utter chaos. There are no linens left left on the bed and the granola bars from aloha zuzu are ground into the mattress pad and the sheets crumpled on the floor. A juice pack or two has been stepped on, squished and exploded, and the darlings are not in the PJS I took the trouble to pack. No they are in the clothes they have been in for 24 hours and jumping up and down frantically on the beds. Now that is really the only thing to do when you are a little kid stuck in a hotel with inadequate supper and a case of exhaustion and exercise deprivation. I look at DJ with that special I-am-not-pleased-look that I'm sure he sees too much of. The thing is my idea of bedtime is calm, quiet, containment. I think the boys might have seen and heard the cheerleaders. Carson is getting to that age where he is starting to notice girls in a little different way. A few months ago, he was watching Aladdin. We have had it forever, but on this certain day, he sees her bare middrif and says, "Oh, I like her tummy." He had that look of appreciation that those big boys show sometimes, you know the dads when they see the hottie walk by and they forget you are with them....My DJ doesn't know I know, because as I said he acts cool, but I know him too well.
So I leave you with this image of my cherubs bouncing with utter delight, every bag open and strewn about the floor, no linens on the bed, and all the towels have been used as capes and are no longer sanitary. Isn't this where Lala would really be having a hard time?
And oh, one more thing, I notice the message light on the phone, and I pick it up wondering who would be calling at this time of day. Certainly not the Mickster. No it wasn't but just as good, because it is an announcement that EE would be open in the morning and closing at 2 pm for the rest of the week. Yesssssssssss! We scored again! Our original flight would have gotten in tomorrow at about 12:30 so we would surely have missed EE. The kids actually collapsed pretty quickly and DJ and I got our half hour of adult time and talked about our options for the next day........
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Glad you finally made it to Disney World! Those cheerleaders sure can add a lot of craziness to a resort! I've stayed at the same resort as the cheerleaders in th past. Very loud and lots of unsupervised running. Yikes.
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