RVGal
Whaaa?
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Seriously, that is the only reason why we took this trip. Our APs were about to expire. I think that might have something to do with the pricing trend toward making APs more desirable. Hmmmm...
We aquired APs for a last minute trip at my sister's request when she was diagnosed with terminal cancer. I can't believe that was only a year ago. The link for that trip report is in my signature. Anyway, the APs were because we had already booked another trip in October, so it priced out cheaper for the two trips.
Fast forward to this June and my mom mentions that she wants to go back to Disney World. I told her we still had the APs, but they would expire the end of July. That resulted in a panicked, "Well, book a room! Let's go!"
I'm getting good at packing for Disney World at a moments notice.
The cast for this trip:
Me (Tricia)
Mom (that would be my mom)
Joshua (DS7)
Daniel (DS3)
My husband had to stay at home and work. He missed the trip last July too, but he was there for the October one. He doesn't seem to mind if we go without him, as long as we go with him too. He's a pretty good guy. I think I'll keep him.
We were packed and ready to go on Thursday, June 4th. Our plan originally was to leave early on Friday (the 5th) and drive the whole way, but since we were packed up we thought we'd get a head start and drive part of the way. I knew I had to wait until after 2pm to leave because that is when our employee clocks out and Thursday is payroll (Friday is payday). We own a small business, so I have to meet those obligations first. No problem, leaving at 2 would still give us several hours to get over halfway, if not most of the way, to Orlando.
Then Daniel started complaining that his tummy hurt.
I'm not just talking about little whines, but big serious yells. Great. I called the doctor's office and explained the situation and they agreed to see him right away. The doctor pushed on his abdomen and watched Daniel's face for reaction. He was concerned about the area that was tender. He told me that there was a 50/50 chance he had early appendicitis.
We rushed over to the lab at the hospital for a lower abdominal MRI. First, I had to convince Daniel to drink a pint of lemonade-ish flavored stuff. Oh, that was fun. Then he had to stay still for the MRI, which was also fun. (I hope you can smell the sarcasm here.
) An hour later the results showed... nothing was wrong. Well, not nothing. Apparently the little guy was very, very constipated. That's it? He just needs to go potty? Sheesh. I can fix that without a doctor's help. Kicking myself here. 
Even though it was later than we planned, we still decided to head out and get a few hours driving in. I thought we might at least make it into Florida before we stopped. That was before the monsoon hit. The rain was coming down in sheets. I couldn't see more than a few feet in front of the car and we were moving at a snail's pace. I gave up around Macon because it was almost bedtime for the boys and pulled off to find a hotel. What a miserable day.
I should note at this point that I have to keep on a strict bedtime routine due to Joshua's medical condition. He has epilepsy and his seizures are sleep triggered. When he is sleep deprived he is much more likely to have a seizure, so we just keep him on a regular bedtime to minimize the risk. It doesn't stop them completely, but it sure helps.
Friday, June 5, 2009
We were up at our regular time (about 6:30am) and we checked out of the hotel. We went to the Waffle House next door for breakfast before hitting the road to finish the trip. When we exited the Waffle House, full and raring to go, I noticed one of the tires on my van was low.
At this point, I'm beginning to think that the vacation gods have it in for me.
I went back inside the restaurant and asked where I could go to get my tire checked. Turns out there is a Wal-Mart with a tire center less than a mile away. I drove slowly to Wally World, pulled in, and a very nice man checked my tire. He found this:
See the blue circle on the inside wall of my tire? Yeah, they can't repair a puncture on the wall of the tire. Only if it is in the treads. What I thought would be a simple plug-and-drive-away turned into a new tire purchase. There went the first $80 of the trip.
So, much later than we planned, again, we finally hit the road south. We stopped at the Florida Welcome Center.
And by late afternoon we arrived.
We checked into All Star Movies and it was late enough that our room was ready.
I like the film tiles in the shower.
However, the wallpaper drives me nuts. It isn't bad at first glance, but when I was sitting on the toilet for a few minutes and this is all I could see...
It made me dizzy after awhile. Plus, I got those after images where I would see yellowish stars for a few minutes after I left the bathroom. Weird.
My sons were most fascinated with the light on the wall.
Why? Because the popcorn box seemed to disappear when the light was on.
They must have spent a good portion of the time we were in our room turning the light off and on just to see the popcorn disappear. I wonder why we even bothered to take them to the parks.
We decided to head to the Magic Kingdom to at least ride something. A quick bus ride later and we were heading down Main Street, USA.
Since it was late enough to not be overly swamped, we headed to Fantasyland.
We rode Peter Pan and then Pooh.
Why do I try to get a picture of us in the mirror in the "dream" room on Pooh?
It comes out dark and blurry. Every. Single. Time. And, yet, it seems I am convinced that if I just keep at it, eventually I will get a clear shot. The logical part of my brain accepts that it will never happen, but apparently that part of my brain doesn't control the picture taking impulses.
We bid farewell to Pooh.
We rode Snow White and then took a spin on the carousel.
Look how happy they are. This is what it is all about.
We were in danger of getting trapped in the park by the throngs waiting for the parade, so we headed back to our room for bedtime. I heaved a huge sigh of relief that we made it and had a week in front of us to relax and enjoy.
We aquired APs for a last minute trip at my sister's request when she was diagnosed with terminal cancer. I can't believe that was only a year ago. The link for that trip report is in my signature. Anyway, the APs were because we had already booked another trip in October, so it priced out cheaper for the two trips.
Fast forward to this June and my mom mentions that she wants to go back to Disney World. I told her we still had the APs, but they would expire the end of July. That resulted in a panicked, "Well, book a room! Let's go!"
I'm getting good at packing for Disney World at a moments notice.
The cast for this trip:
Me (Tricia)
Mom (that would be my mom)
Joshua (DS7)
Daniel (DS3)
My husband had to stay at home and work. He missed the trip last July too, but he was there for the October one. He doesn't seem to mind if we go without him, as long as we go with him too. He's a pretty good guy. I think I'll keep him.
We were packed and ready to go on Thursday, June 4th. Our plan originally was to leave early on Friday (the 5th) and drive the whole way, but since we were packed up we thought we'd get a head start and drive part of the way. I knew I had to wait until after 2pm to leave because that is when our employee clocks out and Thursday is payroll (Friday is payday). We own a small business, so I have to meet those obligations first. No problem, leaving at 2 would still give us several hours to get over halfway, if not most of the way, to Orlando.
Then Daniel started complaining that his tummy hurt.
I'm not just talking about little whines, but big serious yells. Great. I called the doctor's office and explained the situation and they agreed to see him right away. The doctor pushed on his abdomen and watched Daniel's face for reaction. He was concerned about the area that was tender. He told me that there was a 50/50 chance he had early appendicitis.
We rushed over to the lab at the hospital for a lower abdominal MRI. First, I had to convince Daniel to drink a pint of lemonade-ish flavored stuff. Oh, that was fun. Then he had to stay still for the MRI, which was also fun. (I hope you can smell the sarcasm here.
) An hour later the results showed... nothing was wrong. Well, not nothing. Apparently the little guy was very, very constipated. That's it? He just needs to go potty? Sheesh. I can fix that without a doctor's help. Kicking myself here. Even though it was later than we planned, we still decided to head out and get a few hours driving in. I thought we might at least make it into Florida before we stopped. That was before the monsoon hit. The rain was coming down in sheets. I couldn't see more than a few feet in front of the car and we were moving at a snail's pace. I gave up around Macon because it was almost bedtime for the boys and pulled off to find a hotel. What a miserable day.
I should note at this point that I have to keep on a strict bedtime routine due to Joshua's medical condition. He has epilepsy and his seizures are sleep triggered. When he is sleep deprived he is much more likely to have a seizure, so we just keep him on a regular bedtime to minimize the risk. It doesn't stop them completely, but it sure helps.
Friday, June 5, 2009
We were up at our regular time (about 6:30am) and we checked out of the hotel. We went to the Waffle House next door for breakfast before hitting the road to finish the trip. When we exited the Waffle House, full and raring to go, I noticed one of the tires on my van was low.
At this point, I'm beginning to think that the vacation gods have it in for me.
I went back inside the restaurant and asked where I could go to get my tire checked. Turns out there is a Wal-Mart with a tire center less than a mile away. I drove slowly to Wally World, pulled in, and a very nice man checked my tire. He found this:
See the blue circle on the inside wall of my tire? Yeah, they can't repair a puncture on the wall of the tire. Only if it is in the treads. What I thought would be a simple plug-and-drive-away turned into a new tire purchase. There went the first $80 of the trip.
So, much later than we planned, again, we finally hit the road south. We stopped at the Florida Welcome Center.
And by late afternoon we arrived.
We checked into All Star Movies and it was late enough that our room was ready.
I like the film tiles in the shower.
However, the wallpaper drives me nuts. It isn't bad at first glance, but when I was sitting on the toilet for a few minutes and this is all I could see...
It made me dizzy after awhile. Plus, I got those after images where I would see yellowish stars for a few minutes after I left the bathroom. Weird.
My sons were most fascinated with the light on the wall.
Why? Because the popcorn box seemed to disappear when the light was on.
They must have spent a good portion of the time we were in our room turning the light off and on just to see the popcorn disappear. I wonder why we even bothered to take them to the parks.
We decided to head to the Magic Kingdom to at least ride something. A quick bus ride later and we were heading down Main Street, USA.
Since it was late enough to not be overly swamped, we headed to Fantasyland.
We rode Peter Pan and then Pooh.
Why do I try to get a picture of us in the mirror in the "dream" room on Pooh?
It comes out dark and blurry. Every. Single. Time. And, yet, it seems I am convinced that if I just keep at it, eventually I will get a clear shot. The logical part of my brain accepts that it will never happen, but apparently that part of my brain doesn't control the picture taking impulses.
We bid farewell to Pooh.
We rode Snow White and then took a spin on the carousel.
Look how happy they are. This is what it is all about.
We were in danger of getting trapped in the park by the throngs waiting for the parade, so we headed back to our room for bedtime. I heaved a huge sigh of relief that we made it and had a week in front of us to relax and enjoy.
