chaslaw
Earning My Ears
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Fraktastic.
In a word, our Spring Break 2012 trip to The Duck House was fraktastic. If Webster's were to define that word it would say: See Susan and The Boy's Spring Break 2012 trip.
I've experienced a little pixie dust here and there. It's always a beautiful thing. But this trip had enough of it so as to go down in the history books. So I'm going to write about it in the hopes some of it will rub off on others.
The players in this little tale of awesomeness are me and The Boy. He's eleven now. Hitting puberty. Just what all of us single moms love. Dealing with a boy going through puberty. Alone. Say what you like about my PMS, at least there's a bit of a schedule to it and you can just throw wine and chocolate at me to make it better. Boys and their mood swings... oh, crap! But I digress. Puberty doesn't really play much of a role in this trip report. Other than the wicked step-sisters rather hilariously hitting on my son and his response. But you'll have to wait for that.
The last time we made this trip was in January 2009. Much has happened in the intervening time. Much. There was a bit of legal drama involving, in part, getting our names changed. There has been the discovery of just how [insert string of expletives here] brutal bullies can be. And there was a pretty horrendous saga involving an ADHD diagnosis, medication, and witnessing the reasons for a black box warning on those meds. But things finally seem to have turned a corner. Legal drama is over. Some bullies and their parents have learned what a vicious redneck I can be. The meds are flushed away and we're having a lot of success with diet and lifestyle changes to deal with the ADHD. So although things really went down the toilet there for a while, they're back on track. My son and I smile and laugh on a daily basis these days and he's doing great in school! (The doctors who were furious with me about taking him off the meds and insisted that his grades would suffer along with everything else can kind of suck it because he has remained on honor roll every term this year and even took 2nd place in his division (Engineering) at the regional science fair. Yeah. Suck it.)
Given everything, I figured we could stand to hit the reset button and few ways are better than by going to see Mickey & Co. Five nights tent camping at Fort Wilderness and five awesome days in the parks! With the dining plan, natch. (They cook better than I do.)
Oh, yeah. And I didn't want to drive. Between the wear and tear on my wheels as well as the price of gas
I was looking for an out. And I found it. The awesomeness that is Amtrak where you can take all your crap without an "excessive baggage" fee, the regular seats are as big as first class seats on a plane, and walking around and socializing are perfectly acceptable! Did I mention that both of our return tickets were under $200? Yes. Less than $200 for both of us. Sweet! I'm feeling the magic already... 
In a word, our Spring Break 2012 trip to The Duck House was fraktastic. If Webster's were to define that word it would say: See Susan and The Boy's Spring Break 2012 trip.
I've experienced a little pixie dust here and there. It's always a beautiful thing. But this trip had enough of it so as to go down in the history books. So I'm going to write about it in the hopes some of it will rub off on others.
The players in this little tale of awesomeness are me and The Boy. He's eleven now. Hitting puberty. Just what all of us single moms love. Dealing with a boy going through puberty. Alone. Say what you like about my PMS, at least there's a bit of a schedule to it and you can just throw wine and chocolate at me to make it better. Boys and their mood swings... oh, crap! But I digress. Puberty doesn't really play much of a role in this trip report. Other than the wicked step-sisters rather hilariously hitting on my son and his response. But you'll have to wait for that.
The last time we made this trip was in January 2009. Much has happened in the intervening time. Much. There was a bit of legal drama involving, in part, getting our names changed. There has been the discovery of just how [insert string of expletives here] brutal bullies can be. And there was a pretty horrendous saga involving an ADHD diagnosis, medication, and witnessing the reasons for a black box warning on those meds. But things finally seem to have turned a corner. Legal drama is over. Some bullies and their parents have learned what a vicious redneck I can be. The meds are flushed away and we're having a lot of success with diet and lifestyle changes to deal with the ADHD. So although things really went down the toilet there for a while, they're back on track. My son and I smile and laugh on a daily basis these days and he's doing great in school! (The doctors who were furious with me about taking him off the meds and insisted that his grades would suffer along with everything else can kind of suck it because he has remained on honor roll every term this year and even took 2nd place in his division (Engineering) at the regional science fair. Yeah. Suck it.)
Given everything, I figured we could stand to hit the reset button and few ways are better than by going to see Mickey & Co. Five nights tent camping at Fort Wilderness and five awesome days in the parks! With the dining plan, natch. (They cook better than I do.)
Oh, yeah. And I didn't want to drive. Between the wear and tear on my wheels as well as the price of gas

