We survived our 3 hour Atlanta layover
slept on the floor
had a lovely flight from Atlanta to Orlando (the little snack and diet Coke being the highlight) and it was time to dis-embark the aircraft. We woke up our sleeping boys and little angel and said, Hey guys! Were THERE! They went from deep sleep to wide freakin awake in less than 3 seconds flat. Now, we didnt push or shove. Nor did we yell, "MOVE IT PEOPLE!" We waited till we all could creep up the isle in an orderly fashion and said Bye-Bye to the flight attendants (Remember the end of Toy Story? I think of this every time we de-plane) and walked patiently down the tar mack (this is the area between the plane and the terminal
I know you were wondering!) and made our way on the pretend Monorail to the LOOOOONG Magical Express line. Except, there was no line. None whatsoever! Suh-Weet!! However, there was only one dude with the gynormous Mickey hand.The inner-child in me was a little sad. Ok! Well take the NO LINE version of this scenerio VS. the long line and several Mickey hands. I think of the stupidest stuff when Im tired!
We shoved our carry-on stuff into the belly of the Magical Express and climbed aboard the plush Contempo-Styled (pee-smelling) bus. Does anyone else wish the airplane afforded so much comfort? Heres my DS8-Dallen and DS6-Riley, getting comfy
Then my first Trip Report worthy thing happened
.the driver, who had a thick accent that reminded me of Ricky Ricardo, said to us and the 2 other families, (with GUSTO
)Is everyone ready to go to
DisneyLAND?! ****Pause/Crickets chirping**** So, to be polite, we all holler back, YA!!!! and look uncomfortably to one another
.I said to the closest family, Looks like this is gonna be a LONG bus trip to California! polite laughs. I gave DH my famous, whatever eye-roll. I love the video they play on your trip to the resort. Except that Stitch takes over. DONT tell my boys, but Stitch needs a time-out. On his planet of origin. Forever.
We gave each of the kids some dollars to tip our cute uninformed bus driver. Which makes them feel important. And like money grows on trees, or something. Whatever. Were trying to teach them to tip people who serve us.
This is my 3 littlest ones heading into POR... Flippin' Cute!
We gathered our backpacks and remove only what we really need for our afternoon at the Magic Kingdom. We got out our change of clothes, except me. I was still fresh as a daisy and I wanted to be lime.( I was expecting DROVES of DISpeeps be-decked in their lime lining Main Street making Focker eyes at me
) But FIRST we need to check in!
Suzy HelperShoess step-sisters second cousin, Peggy HelperShoes, attempted to accomplish this. I sensed her weakness and went for her jugular. See, I had repeatedly requested a 1st floor room near the food court (free refill station! Hel-lo!) because of the stroller and NO ELEVATORS at Port Orleans Riverside. I KNOW full well nothing is guaranteed
Peggy said the ONLY available room was on the second floor in a far building. Ok, I would gladly take the far-ness but only if Peggy herself was willing to haul our fully loaded stroller up and down the stairs
(I didnt ask). I said, I know my requests were not a guarantee, so if theres NOTHING you can do, would you mind looking at another resort if theres a room on the first floor or with an elevator? She smiled and I wondered if she was smart enough to call my bluff. She punched a ba-zillion computer keys and looked up at me and said
looks like theres a room being cleaned on the first floor of Building 14 (the one closest to the food court and bus stop- PRIME LOCATION) Well whatduya know? I said, but not out loud. I really said,Oh! thank you, I appreciate you finding such a great room for us! And I meant it!!!
Next, we need to dump our un-necessary extra carry-on stuff with Bell Services. (DA-DA-DUMMMM! Ominous forboding music...)
I LOVE this part
Im normally VERY nice (to OTHER people
as long as I am not now nor have I ever been married to you OR given birth to you
your fine!)
But I do have a snarky side. I love when Im given a perfect opportunity to be Snarky UtahMama!!! So I jumped at the chance
.
I asked the bell service lady, Where do we go? meaning wheres the bus stop I need (because we had chit-chatted about heading out to Magic Kingdom while our room was being cleaned)..
And she said
(I wont exaggerate or embellish at all
) WELL, I COULD TELL YA BUT ID GET FIRED!!) Did she think she was funny? Quite possibly she wants to tell tourists to go to Heck!!! Let me describe her very briefly, for the FULL effect. She had quite a few missing teeth and the ones she did have in her head were decayed. Her voice all flemmy like she smokes A-LOT and needs to cough (a-lot). Her hair was big and Miss Clairol brassy red, and did I mention, big. Shes seen better days.
My face went from registering what she had just said to the sweetest smile I could muster. Heres where GlendaMax would describe me as a Smiling Mean Person. .. Through my smiling mouth I said, (in a huge snotty run-on sentence) Apparently, another tourist has managed to tick you off or has treated you poorly
I, however, have done neither, so you need to treat people just a smidge better because you never know WHO you are speaking to
. THAT felt good. She did apologize and tell me that some other guests had been rude to her. Understandable. I went and told my husband of the exchange of words and he mocked me saying, DONT YOU KNOW WHO I AM?. (Side Note
wouldnt it be COOL to be a secret shopper at Disney World? That or a food critic! So I pretend to be both.)
Time to hang out at the bus stop for Magic Kingdom. Not a long wait as anticipated from reading the DISboards. Time to call TwinkieMama and give her a little sumpin, sumpin to write in my TR! Of course she was DYING that I hadnt mentioned the gift she had sent to be received upon check in!. (I dont receive that for another day and a half
she had paid extra for express delivery!) I purposely didnt tell her about the rude BINGO lady who was at Bell Services
Just in case she couldnt keep it in the vault!
(O.T
oes Norah remind you of Michelle on Full House? Hmmmm...)
Our bus came lickity split and we met our favorite Bus Family!!!! You are going to LOVE them!
Too hysterical. In my sparetime I am going to try to catch up the other 25 pages! You and TM should get together and write novels! While your princess was having the meltdown, who was doing the videotaping!? 
It keeps flowing. I scoop him up (very carefully- mind you) and run to the bathroom. I had to strip him and hose him down. Meanwhile my DH is trying to clean up all the raisin poop with napkins. Where is our waitress during all of this? No where to be found! Needless to say, we weren't hungry anymore. 
Once DH gets it all cleaned up, he went to the register, told them what we ordered, paid, and we got out of there with our DS in only a diaper. He also told them what had happened so that they could sanitize the area. 
I was a new mom and didn't remember to put an extra outfit in the diaper bag. We were only going to dinner, what could happen? 
I never left without extra clothes ever again! 
......she only takes it at bedtime, or when she gets to the point that nothing else will satisfy her.
