NvrBnToWDW
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This is our first trip to Walt Disney World
The cast:
Me27-NvrBnToWDW
DH29-Babe
DS11-Sci-Fi Guy
DS9-Loudboy
DISNEY EVE
It's 8:00 a.m. Friday morn and Babe has just gotten in from work. I'm already up and packing. We have so much to do today, but Babe has got to sleep. He says he just needs a couple of hours and we'll get outta here. C'mon clock! Finally it's noon, "Get up Babe!" "What do you mean, you want to eat lunch, we gotta go!" (I didn't say that, but I thought it.) Okay let's feed everybody. Now we gotta get to the bank, pay some bills, and Babe insists I buy new Nikes for the trip. We don't have time to shop for shoes! Okay off to the mall. Two shoe stores and they're out of my size, one to go. "If they don't have my size, I'm just wearing my old ones." As I go into the store, the boys and Babe go across to a video game store. I get some new Nikes, black, these are gonna be hot out there, but I don't care. I just need to get out of here. Where are the boys! Oh, here they come. "What do you mean, you ordered a part for the Nintendo 64? We have to pick it up today!? By 4 p.m.! In the next town?!"
ARE THESE PEOPLE CRAZY!? CALM DOWN, BREATHE. "Babe, we really don't have time to go to the next town and do this today." "Well, I'm sorry they're holding it for you. We still have to go home, pack the dogs, take them all the way to your mother's, drop the boys off for dinner with my mother, finish packing, shower and be in bed no later than 8 pm, so we can get up at 3 am and GO TO DISNEY WORLD."
Now we're standing in the middle of the mall and these 3 men are looking at me like I'm Cruella DeVille and I really don't care. I've been planning this trip for 9 months, getting blisters on my mouseclicker to make everything perfect and they are upset about a videogame they won't even see for the next 8 days! BREATHE. "Guys, we can get the part when we get back, since we won't even be able to play the N64 while we're at THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH!"
We left the mall and went home to pack the dogs. I'm running around cleaning their dishes and finding their leashes and DH and the boys are watching cartoons. "It's time to go." "What do you mean, you haven't even loaded the dog crates in the car? What have you been doing all this time?" BREATHE, COUNT TO 10. Finally, everybody in the car and on our way. I tell DH, "Remember, we need to be out of your mother's before Friday evening traffic begins."
We get to his mother's and of course we have to visit, she won't see the kids for a week, but while I visit with her, DH takes a siesta on the sofa. Usually, I give him "the eye" which means it's time to go, but with him asleep, he can't see me. Finally, he wakes up and asks what time it is. It's 5 o'clock! Traffic hour! We're outta here! We stay off the freeway to avoid traffic, but have to take the long way home, but wait, we're not going home, we have to take the kids to my mother's. She insisted on having dinner with them!
So kids are dropped off and we go home and finish packing. (Remember, we must be in bed by 8 pm) So at about 7 pm, my mother calls and asks if Sci-Fi Guy is feeling okay cause he's just lying down on the sofa. "Of course he's okay!" I deny. She calls again at 7:30 to tell me she's on the way to drop them off and that Sci-Fi Guy has a headache and feels warm. "No, God no!"
They get home and shower and he definitely doesn't look good. We put them to bed by 9 (not 8) and then we get to bed by 9:30. At about 10 pm, while I was counting Mickeys, I hear Sci-Fi Guy coughing and choking. We run to the room and he throws up and he's burning up with fever. "Nooooooooo!" I call my mom since she has our car keys and she goes to get some medicine. We pray for him and then I tell Babe to get some sleep and I'll wait up for her. At about 11, she drops off the medicine and I wake up Sci-Fi Guy to take some. I can't sleep, so I stay up watching him and praying. He's sleeping well and by 11:30 he's sweating up a storm. A good sign, the fever's breaking. 11:45 and he's a little cooler, but I'm not going to bed till he's cool. It's midnight, and Praise God the fever's gone! Finally, I can go to bed! Oh my gosh, I have to get up in 3 hours!
TO BE CONTINUED......................
COMING SOON! Episode 2: Nausea, Ear-popping and Shark Tale's not Disney!
The cast:
Me27-NvrBnToWDW
DH29-Babe
DS11-Sci-Fi Guy
DS9-Loudboy
DISNEY EVE
It's 8:00 a.m. Friday morn and Babe has just gotten in from work. I'm already up and packing. We have so much to do today, but Babe has got to sleep. He says he just needs a couple of hours and we'll get outta here. C'mon clock! Finally it's noon, "Get up Babe!" "What do you mean, you want to eat lunch, we gotta go!" (I didn't say that, but I thought it.) Okay let's feed everybody. Now we gotta get to the bank, pay some bills, and Babe insists I buy new Nikes for the trip. We don't have time to shop for shoes! Okay off to the mall. Two shoe stores and they're out of my size, one to go. "If they don't have my size, I'm just wearing my old ones." As I go into the store, the boys and Babe go across to a video game store. I get some new Nikes, black, these are gonna be hot out there, but I don't care. I just need to get out of here. Where are the boys! Oh, here they come. "What do you mean, you ordered a part for the Nintendo 64? We have to pick it up today!? By 4 p.m.! In the next town?!"
ARE THESE PEOPLE CRAZY!? CALM DOWN, BREATHE. "Babe, we really don't have time to go to the next town and do this today." "Well, I'm sorry they're holding it for you. We still have to go home, pack the dogs, take them all the way to your mother's, drop the boys off for dinner with my mother, finish packing, shower and be in bed no later than 8 pm, so we can get up at 3 am and GO TO DISNEY WORLD."
Now we're standing in the middle of the mall and these 3 men are looking at me like I'm Cruella DeVille and I really don't care. I've been planning this trip for 9 months, getting blisters on my mouseclicker to make everything perfect and they are upset about a videogame they won't even see for the next 8 days! BREATHE. "Guys, we can get the part when we get back, since we won't even be able to play the N64 while we're at THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH!"
We left the mall and went home to pack the dogs. I'm running around cleaning their dishes and finding their leashes and DH and the boys are watching cartoons. "It's time to go." "What do you mean, you haven't even loaded the dog crates in the car? What have you been doing all this time?" BREATHE, COUNT TO 10. Finally, everybody in the car and on our way. I tell DH, "Remember, we need to be out of your mother's before Friday evening traffic begins."
We get to his mother's and of course we have to visit, she won't see the kids for a week, but while I visit with her, DH takes a siesta on the sofa. Usually, I give him "the eye" which means it's time to go, but with him asleep, he can't see me. Finally, he wakes up and asks what time it is. It's 5 o'clock! Traffic hour! We're outta here! We stay off the freeway to avoid traffic, but have to take the long way home, but wait, we're not going home, we have to take the kids to my mother's. She insisted on having dinner with them!
So kids are dropped off and we go home and finish packing. (Remember, we must be in bed by 8 pm) So at about 7 pm, my mother calls and asks if Sci-Fi Guy is feeling okay cause he's just lying down on the sofa. "Of course he's okay!" I deny. She calls again at 7:30 to tell me she's on the way to drop them off and that Sci-Fi Guy has a headache and feels warm. "No, God no!"
They get home and shower and he definitely doesn't look good. We put them to bed by 9 (not 8) and then we get to bed by 9:30. At about 10 pm, while I was counting Mickeys, I hear Sci-Fi Guy coughing and choking. We run to the room and he throws up and he's burning up with fever. "Nooooooooo!" I call my mom since she has our car keys and she goes to get some medicine. We pray for him and then I tell Babe to get some sleep and I'll wait up for her. At about 11, she drops off the medicine and I wake up Sci-Fi Guy to take some. I can't sleep, so I stay up watching him and praying. He's sleeping well and by 11:30 he's sweating up a storm. A good sign, the fever's breaking. 11:45 and he's a little cooler, but I'm not going to bed till he's cool. It's midnight, and Praise God the fever's gone! Finally, I can go to bed! Oh my gosh, I have to get up in 3 hours!
TO BE CONTINUED......................
COMING SOON! Episode 2: Nausea, Ear-popping and Shark Tale's not Disney!
