Check out that ticker.
Amazing, right?
I do have to say, more so than any other year, this trip is sneaking up on me. I'm fully aware that we're going. We've booked our ADRs, the plans are set, everyone is paid in full. So it's happening.
I just think this the first summer that I've actually been so active, and so happy with being so active, that I haven't had the time to pine away for this trip. Sure, I still talk about it...a lot...and I think about it...a lot, but for the most part, DH, DS, and I, we've been so busy that time is just flying by.
Look at us! Practically halfway through August. Amazing.
Before I know it this trip will be here!
Let the celebration begin!
But before we get all excited about how time is just marching on, I've had some musings of late.
And there's just not delicate way to discuss this, so I'm going to bare it all here. Well...figuratively speaking. I've given birth, no one needs to see me naked.


Anyway, before you all hit unsubscribe over that colorful analogy, let's get to it.
I'm worried. Who's surprised? But this is not an all consuming worry, it's more like a nagging, gnawing, ever present in a silent kind of way worry.
And I'm worried that I've overplanned the trip.
It's a given that during free dining, you have to plan your ADRs. And it's a given that when you're going with that many people, (7 on a couple of days, 6 on the others) that you need to have a game plan.
You need to have the lists in the trip binder of everyone's must dos, because you need to at least try to accomplish some of them.
But I'm worried. I'm worried about whether or not DS will nap, and about following his natural rhythm, and not pushing him too hard. I don't want a repeat of previous meltdowns. They may happen, and I may not be able to prevent them, but I want to engrave in my brain that if he starts acting crazy, he's either tired or hungry or thirsty or a combination of the three. I don't know what it is about getting on Disney property that makes me lose sensibility, but it does. Perhaps it's that regression to childhood mixed with lovely alcoholic beverages. Scary thought.
I'm also worried about Nana. I'm worried about pushing her too hard. She'll keep going and never, ever complain. And I've seen her get tired this summer, and I don't want to do that to her. The thing about Disney is this drive to must do, this drive to must see, this drive to must eat here.
When in all reality, the focus should be entirely different.
It should be a gratefulness to be.
A gratefulness to be with those that you love in place that you love. What gets done gets done. What you see, you see, and where you eat, you eat. If it needs to change, it changes. If people need a break or start acting cranky, you stop. If people start looking tired, you suggest a nap or a happy little visit to somewhere you can sit and sip. Preferably along the lines of a cocktail.
But honestly. It's writing all this down that I need to do. That I need to remember. Because quite frankly, there is always going to be so much that I want to do, there is always going to be that thing that I didn't get to see, and the vacation is always going to be wonderful despite those things.
Because it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter at all.
So I'm rethinking my strategy of having to get to the MK close to rope drop, and having to go to Fantasyland straight away. Maybe the adults would like to sleep in since that's their second day (first full day) of vacation. Maybe they'd like to have a leisurely morning and just head to our lunch ADR at the Crystal Palace. Maybe I really need to get into using the fastpass system in Fantasyland, so that we can hop around the park and do different things and still get on those favorites of mine.
And if my son wants to spend his mornings in the pool, what of it?
And if the men want to spend an hour or two in the arcade, who cares?
And if I want to recreate the time when Nana and I sat at the top of the train station on Main Street for hours eating popcorn just watching people go by, who's going to stop me?
It's vacation. It's supposed to be fun.
It's supposed to be spontaneous.
And so I suggest a new strategy (R2).
Let the family win. As long as there's none of the waffling on what to do (in which case, I have the must do lists and can easily make suggestions), why not give over some of this "planned" vacation to the spontaneity that my DH and I so loved on our previous trips. Why not?
Why not, on our second day (our first full day, without anyone, just the three of us), why not throw down four brochures on the bed, one for each of the parks and let DS pick which one he wants to go to?
Why the h--- not?
Now there is one slight addendum to this rant.
One slight notation to be made.
And that is an aboslute...non-negotiable...must do must do.
I mean, who would I be if I didn't ride this as many times as humanly possibly?
Pirate.
