Thanks again guys! On with my story.........
When we get off of COP for the last time, it is approx. 8:00 p.m. and Spectromagic is beginning. Oh no, we have 9:00 reservations at Whispering Canyon. We have to fight our way thru the crowd watching, I HATE DOING THAT. It really bothered me because my 9 year old really wanted to watch. As I was dragging his little butt thru the crowd, I notice he is crying - which he never, ever does. So I pick up his 72 lb. @ss and put it on my shoulders. OUCH - What the hell was I thinking? Honestly, I thought I would die and that walk to the front gate never seemed so long! But he got to see the parade - so chalk it up to one of those mommy sacrifices. We get to the boat launch for the WL and there is already a bit of a line. My husband was so looking forward to this boat ride all day. Finally, about 20 minutes later the boat arrives. We were the last ones to make it on, close one. The boat was covered in bugs. And they didn't move when you went to sit on them either. I thought my daugher would die. On the line we met a really nice family from Miami and we sat with them on the boat. They had a family member who worked for Disney and got them a villa at WL for peanuts. I was so jealous. We had never been to WL before. I thought it was beautiful, but very buggy. I thought it was funny since POR was on the river, you would think it would be buggy there but it wasn't at all. The pool area here was very big, but too big for 2 parents with 3 kids. I like to be able to see them all and it seemed almost impossible here. We won't be staying here anytime soon. We make our way thru the resort to Whispering Canyon - right on time. They seated us in about 15 minutes. Now had my husband been in a better mood, he would have really enjoyed it here. But he was annoyed and tired, so it wasn't a good night to eat here. It's very loud and he wasn't in the mood to interact. We had a sweet waitress who picked up on his mood very quickly and was smart about it. She played a bit with the kids, but I really didn't want my middle guy (one who had the fever) running around the place with the other kids - so our fun was limited. The food was alright, but we were tired and ready to go home. We leave the restaurant and head on down to the bus stops. We waited here for what seemed like forever, and my middle guy was starting to feel sick again. About 1/2 hour later, a bus finally arrives to bring us to Downtown Disney. Unfortunately, we have to stand again. The bus stops at the Grand Floridian, and I see someone get up from a seat to get off. After they exit I tell my sick son , "Honey, why don't you go sit in that seat, someone just left." Well the words aren't out of my mouth when this man, about 40ish, sticks his arm and leg in front of my son - you know the way kids do when they are trying to get in front of someone on line - and knocks him over! Then he doesn't even help, he jumps in the seat. I was totally flabbergasted. My husband was stuck in standing in the front and missed the whole thing. I didn't want to make a scene in front of my kids and upset them. So I did what I always do when people are rude and don't thank my kids when they hold the door for them. I pushed my way through to my son, helped him off the ground, all the while exclaiming in the loudest sweet voice that I could muster, that some people are just very rude. Maybe they're not happy people or maybe their mom never taught them to be kind and act like gentlemen. Well apparently he was with a large group and they all started snickering and making fun of him. Do you know the guy didn't even have the guts to apologize? He knocked a 6 year old on hiss @ss and never even acknowledged that he did it. Seriously, I wanted to cry, but I was too mad. By now, I'm ready to head back home. As we arrive at DTD, our bus driver announces where to go to meet our connecting bus. He says POR is #1 and we are shocked because it seems that POR is always one of the furthest. Well, he drops us off at like #10 - it figures! So we walk and walk and see this huge crowd up ahead. Wow, I wonder whats going on. Oh nothing is going on, it's our bus stop! Great! By now we are tired and disgusted and it seems like so is this huge crowd waiting. When a bus finally pulls up, the damn thing is packed. From where I don't know. Then a second bus pulls up, but out of the crowd comes a
scooter person. The bus driver does the ritual of opening the back door while preparing to load this person. While this is going on, another bus pulls up behind it and the people start running for the third bus. Most of them were young people without any children. We stayed put, not wanting to fight our way like animals. Well this second bus driver wouldn't open his doors until the first bus was loaded and left. Well all these wonderful young people then push their way back to the front of the line for the second bus, I mean aggressively like animals. I was so disheartened by this scene and so were others with us. We waited like normal people and finally got on the third bus, which was empty. Funny thing was, we actually had empty seats on our bus while the one in front was packed like sardines. And they didn't get there any faster. We actually passed them up at POFQ because they had to unload the scooter and we had noone for that resort on our bus. We asked the bus driver to turn the lights on as we passed and we all waved to them.

Mean, I know. But priceless. We get back to our room and are just too tired for our last nightly swim. We fall asleep, happy to know that at this time the following day, we will be home. This is honestly the first time I was anxious to leave, and it was all because of selfish people. I went to sleep like Dorothy, "There's No Place Like Home".