So after weeks of Princess questioning me hourly - "How many days until we go to Disneyworld?" - I was finally able to say "Tomorrow, sweetheart. Tomorrow morning, Papa will come pick us up and take us to the airport."
This was Monday morning and I was getting the kids ready for school. Of course, we all know going to school or work the day before a trip is a complete waste of time - nobody can concentrate.
I had read on the Dis about Tinkerbell leaving gifts the night before departure and I thought that was such a cool idea. Since Princess was the one I had to convince, I pulled her aside for a very special secret. "I've heard that sometimes, Tinkerbell gets so excited that a new family is coming to visit her, she leaves the children little presents." Her eyes got big and she asked, "But Mommy, how does she know?" And before I could respond, she answered herself - "Oooohhhhh, I know. God tells her."

And she skipped out to the school bus on a cloud of pixie dust, giggling with her important secret. As the older two prepared to skulk past me, I pulled them back and quickly explained what was going to happen. "Please," I begged them, "please, play along with the magic." Even though I could tell they thought it was a little silly, they readily agreed (of course that could have been due to the fact they knew Tinkerbell would be fair and make sure all of the Hansen children got a gift.)
So the day crawled by and then the kids had dance class that night, so there was a flurry of last minute packing and laundry. Princess had been fighting a cold all week and I wanted her to get to bed early and get plenty of sleep. She came to me and said "Mommy my eye hurts." I took a good look at it and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. It was very red and starting to get gooky. OMG, could it be pinkeye!!?? She started crying, sure that she would have to stay home. Tink walked by and muttered "should have bought
travel insurance." Now, there's no all night pharmacies out in the boonies and we didn't know whether it really was pinkeye or just her cold settling in her eyes. So it would be a huge ordeal to get hold of a doctor, get a prescription, get a pharmacist out of bed and go in and open up the store for some eye drops. We decided to go get some over the counter drops and see if things improved in the morning.
Everybody else went to bed and I stayed up to finish washing the last load. Who am I kidding...there is
never a last load. There's always one more towel, or one more shirt they absolutely have to have. After I'd waited until I was sure they were all sound asleep, I went down to my craft room to pull the Tink presents out of hiding. CD's for the older 2 (cd's which they had begged and pleaded and whined for me to buy for them the week before, but being the evil, heartless mother that I am, had refused!

and a pixter game for Princess. I wrapped them up in tissue paper, remembered that I had forgotten to take the price tags off, unwrapped them, removed said prices, and wrapped them up again. I planned to sprinkle glitter on the packages and leave them outside the kids' bedroom doors with a little extra glitter sprinkled around for the "pixie dust". Went to grab the glitter out of the cupboard...nothing. Looked on the counter and all the shelves...nothing. Then I remembered - Tink had used the glitter for a project up in her room and she'd probably put it away in her closet. There was no way to get to it without waking everybody up. Oh well, no pixie dust. The little notes I typed from Tink would have to do. No, No, No. There
had to be pixie dust. But how? I had it!! I work for greeting card company, so I knew I had some cards that had that real fine glittery dust on them. Perfect! I used a knife and scraped the dust off onto the presents. Even better than glitter!
I tiptoed to the kids' rooms, shook a little dust off on the floor and put the presents outside their doors. Then, finally, I went to bed...after setting 3 alarms (just in case).
Ok, little flashback... every summer as I was growing up, we would go to Minnesota for vacation. And every year on the morning that we left, my dad would wake me up by knocking on my door and whispering "You ready to go fishing?" And over the last few years, my parents started taking my kids back with them each summer to the same lake. So on the day they leave with their Papa and Nana, I wake them up by knocking on their door and whispering, "you ready to go fishing?"
So it was only appropriate, that on the morning of May 2, (after waking up bright and early, really didn't need the alarm clock at all), I knocked on the my children's doors, and whispered, "You ready to go see Mickey Mouse?"
Up next: Day 1 - We actually DO go!