Page 3? My poor report was pushed all the way to page 3! Not only page 3 but the BOTTOM of the page. Know what that means? I was almost on page 4!! Well even if no one wants to read it I am still going to type it. Some one will feel bad for me at some point. So here we go...
As you know we are a family of Disney "drug addicts." We all have our own "drugs" of choice. No matter what the price. And watch out if everyone else gets their "fix" and someone didn't get one of theirs! It's a baaaaad, embarrasing scene. There is a lot of yelling, crying, stomping of the feet and finally a drop to the ground flat on the belly kicking and screaming. Yeah it's pretty bad. People do look and stare and some even mumble little remarks as they walk by. But once Dh says "ok, ok, we'll go get you some of that stuff the guy standing at the cart is selling" I instantly stop crying and get up off the ground.
I am sad to say that one of my disney addictions will be closed down while we are there this trip. I am really upset about this!
I call it the people mover. Not really sure of the real name. You know the one. Across from Buzz Lightyear, never has a line and you stand on the moving ramp to get to the top. I love this ride. "Morrow, Morrow, Paging Mr. Tom-morrow your party from jupiter/Venus has arrived." I Love it!
I think the people mover is closed due to Karma biting me in the butt. Yes, I do believe that it is not closed b/c Disney needed to work on it but closed b/c of me. Karma coming to get back at me. The Disney higher-ups are probably still scratching their heads trying to figure out who the hell scheduled the closing and why they did it. I say it is about me and Karma b/c The Oldest finally went on Space Mountain last year.
He was soo scared to go on it the first time so I sent him on with DH just in case he got off crying and screaming then I would not look like "that parent" that makes their timid child go on scary rides just b/c they paid for the trip. DH would. I was also prepared, The Boy holding onto the stroller, The Baby all strapped in and the locks on the wheels off just in case they did come out with The Oldest crying his eyes out. At the first sound of his LOUD cry and the first sight of his big crocodile tears and I was prepared to run as fast as I could from them and act like I had no idea who they were. Once the crying died down I would have slowed my pace and gladly excepted them as part of my family again. So instead of scooping up my traumatized child and telling him it will be ok I was ready to run with The Boy holding onto the stroller but being pulled so fast that only the top of his sneakers were dragging on the ground just so that these strangers that I would never in my life see again would not think bad of me. Priorities. Yes, maybe I really should re-evaluate mine. But anyway, when they got off the ride he was beaming from ear to ear and looked sooo happy.
I waved my hand to the guy sitting in the running get away car and told him that I would not need his services after all. So The Oldest then wanted to go on with me. Of course my sweet, dear son. I would love to go on the ride with you. I am your mother, your cheerleader, your rock in times of sadness ~ except in a judgemental Disney crowd. We went on and his squeals of laughter were truly heart warming.
You could tell that not only was he happy and loving the ride BUT he was proud of himself. He was proud that all though he was scared to go on it he stood up to the challenge and did it!! That's my BOY!!! If I close my eyes and zone out all the whining and fighting between The Oldest and The Boy I can still hear that magical laughter. It honestly was better then any drug that disney was selling......well on that day. So since we told them that we were going in 2010 he kept talking about how much he loved space mountain and could not wait to go back on. He talked about it A LOT! Then we, as you know, changed our trip to this year. Then we saw that Space Mountain was going to be closed during our trip. DH and I both love that ride so we were bummed out. BUT, The Oldest had conquered a fear on that ride so it meant more to him then just some loops in the dark. So when we told him it was going to be closed he was soooo upset. I mean, really "sad" upset. I felt bad for him for about 15 minutes but then the reality that we were going to Disney a year early hit me. So after more days of The Oldest sadly moping around whining about not being able to ride SM I finally broke down and told him that if he was going to be that upset that he could not even be excited up the upcoming trip all b/c of one ride then maybe he should stay home. I mean come on now kid, give me a break! Your going to Disney but yet pouting like you are about to get your period all because of some metal, lights and deciding if you should pick the left or right side. Get over it and be a man! I really am a good mother and love my kids so of course I did not say this stuff to him. I just thought it. So shortly after he got over his funk, after me promising another trip in 2 years so he could ride it, I was on the DiS board~SHOCKER!~ and noticed that my beloved people mover was going to be shut down. I was crushed. I whined, I complained, I thought about canceling the trip~YEAH RIGHT!~ but I knew that if I EVER canceled the trip over "my" ride at MK being shut down then I had beter sleep with one eye open at all times. So I did what my thoughts told me to do to my son. Suck it up! Your still going to Disney! So no SM and no people mover for us on this trip.
Since this is our 4th trip to the world we are out of commando mode. Last year we would get to the parks within 1/2 hour of opening,do the rides that we wanted to (with the help of tour guide mike) and then be back at the resort and in the pool by 2:30. The kids would swim for HOURS, go to the club lounge and have a snack or just something to drink and then we would get showered and dressed for whatever meal we had lined up. We would then be back at the resort and have the kids in bed and asleep by 9:00'ish. DH and I would then sit on the balcony with a cocktail or two from the lounge and watch the animals as they had their last snack before they began to settle down for the night. It was a WONDERFUL vacation. When we were at the parks we would ask the kids if they wanted to do more rides or go swimming and EVERY SINGLE TIME they picked swimming. The two trips before the last one we always went commando. But see, the last trip we had a 4 month old baby and it was the first week of June so it was hot. Either DH or I spent a good amount of time in the baby care center just cooling The Baby off and giving him a bottle. It was usually DH b/c he is just not a heat and humidity type of guy. There were times that I was not sure who really needed the baby care center to cool off. Him or The Baby? It worked out really well b/c me and The Oldest and The Boy got to spend some time together in the different parks. It had been the first time since The Baby came along that just the 3 of us were together doing something fun. It was NICE!
I LOVE MY KidS!! So this trip will be a lot like the last trip with a few changes. I want to be at the parks BEFORE park opening. We are going with my uncle, his wife and their 2 boys (7 & 17).
They are staying at Port Orleans but we have 2 dinners together and 3 days that we will go to the parks and spend the day ~ until the kids want to go swimming~ together. We are flying in and out together on the same plane. Actually on the trip to the world they are in the row behind us. For some reason this makes me feel better. Maybe it is b/c I will have some help on this flight. Now not to spread gossip but on our flight to the world last year when it was just me (I HATE to fly),Dh and the 3 boys my poor, poor husband took a friggen 2 HOUR NAP!!
This was soooo wrong in so many ways. I had The Boy near the window, The Oldest in the middle and then Me with the baby on my lap. We did not buy the baby a seat on that trip. Dh and I were supposed to take turns holding him, keeping him occupied, etc... Instead Dh went to la-la land while I was sitting in a plane trying to keep The Boy and The Oldest from bumping into the seats infront of us, stop putting their tray table up and down, trying to bend down and pick up a fallen toy with a four month old getting bent in half and then having the luxury of having The Baby have one of the most foul smelling poops I have ever smelled and getting to take the walk of shame all the way to the rest room leaving a trail of stench as we went. I was pretty mad as I would look over and see him sound asleep. Hey pal! Your not on a business trip here with your family at home! So yes I was mad. Not "hope this plane crashes" type mad. More like wondering if it was possible for just his seat to fall out of the plane. But since I knew that could not happen I did one better, or so I thought. When the stewardess came by with the snacks she asked me and the boys what we wanted. They gave their requests and as I am sitting there now trying to open bags of snacks and keep cups with no lids in place with a now REALLY squirming 4 month old on my lap I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn to look and it is the Stewardess. She bends down so we are eye level and nicely asks me "excuse me, should I leave a drink and a snack here for your husband to snack on when he wakes up?" For a brief second I could see the floor under his seat opening up and his chair falling out with him sitting in it and she is strapped to the back of it. So after I get over my shock I nicely say "no thank you, he is all set" then I head butted her and went back to helping the kids. so when Nap boy wakes up he sees all the empty stuff. Oh did they come by with drinks he asks. I tell him that they did b/c I could tell that the empty cups, empty bags of cookies and snack mix sitting on everyone's tray was not enough of a clue. So now we are going to be landing soon'ish and he is awake so I am finally relieved b/c let me tell you I was sweating! It had been such a work out to keep The Baby happy and not crying and helping out The Boy and The Oldest that even my butt was sweating! Yes it was that bad. So I go to hand him the baby and he says "honey can you hold on for a second I just want to get a drink and a snack from the stewardess." WHATEVER Nap Boy get your stupid drink. So I was sweating so bad (and I am NOT a sweater) that my clothes were all wrinkled. A squirming baby + sweat = some VERY wrinkly clothes. Now I hate wrinkles in clothes. HATE THEM! I even iron the kids undershirts. So I tried to ignore the fact that I was a wrinkled up mess and just focuse on the fact that we were almost to Orlando. But the fact that DH slept just about the whole damn flight and the fact that I kept asking him when we were booking the tickets if he thought we should buy a seat for the baby and he did not think so was keeping me from my happy thoughts. Nooooo, he says. You and I can just take turns playing with him and if need be when the seat belt sign goes off I can just take him for a little walk up and down the aisle. Plus Lisa, none of our other friends by seats for their infants. Ok I say. Your right. No really you are right this time. The 2 of us can double team him and who ever does not have the baby can help the other 2 with anything they need. Ummmm yeah. Thought you liked to stick to a plan Nap Boy?!?!? So after Dh had his snack, The Baby finally wanted to take a nap, The Oldest and The Boy got into a "stop touching my leg with your leg" battle and The Oldest crying, and I mean CRYING ( the type of cry that as a mother makes your stomach drop b/c there is nothing you can do to help your child
) b/c the pain in his ears was sooo bad during our desent we FINALLY landed in Orlando. So at least this time I will have family sitting right behind me to help out if needed. BUT, I can almost guarentee you that DH will NOT be napping on this flight. I think he learned his lesson. And you know what, so did I. This trip The Baby (16 months at travel time) will have his own seat. He will be strapped into his car seat and hopefully take a nap. Dh did briefly (before I AGAIN reminded him of our last flight) wonder if we needed to pay the extra money to have The Baby in his own seat. But after we talked about it for about 3 minutes he booked The Baby a seat. The seat for The Baby is not for safety purposes. It is so I do not AGAIN get off a flight looking like a wrinkled rat. Yeah, I know.......Priorities and where the hell are mine.
Up Next...... A list of our ADR's
Once I have Disney on the brain, well...
). He goes along and has fun when we get there, but is not the fanatic that the boys and I are. I wish it were different, but I get it. And, there are other places we would like to take our boys to before they go off to college. 
I mean I was fine eating the first two hundred but after that I reached my limit but they were still being stuffed down our throat. "Go get an eclair off the buffet table
~ but I also don't get to pee by myself. I have a 1 year old grabbing at the toilet paper and a 6 year old knocking on the door. Just imagine if every time you had to pee ~at your job~ one of your co-workers kept sticking their hand under the stall trying to grab the roll of toilet paper and another co-worker knocking at the door asking if your done yet. Sounds FUN doesn't it. 
Oh, well, perhaps a bit of spontaneity WOULD be good for me. 
before we head out the door. 
