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
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... 


. OK, so maybe I'm not a time lord but some days I sure do feel that old! 



Oh, well. A pic with Tigger is cool by me!!!

We went from something on the 2000 loop to site 201. (Follow this link 


In this place, it's free! You fill up those little, tiny paper cups. Like you would get in the nurses office in elementary school. But you can get as many refills as you like so it's all good.

We had grabbed a pair of FPs for Soarin which is one of our favorites.
Oh, well. It'll still be there next time!
Um, yeah. Sure. You just got owned, Boy!
I don't mind the ride taking longer so much. What bugs me is that when you stop moving, you see things that you wouldn't have noticed otherwise and it sucks a little of the magic out of it. Even The Boy with his thirst for understanding the mechanics hates when people do that. I think it's mostly out of respect for me because he really does love figuring it out but he's a sweet boy who has his mom's back. 

The FW crowd is a fun bunch! Really. There is generally a solid sense of community but it's not overbearing. If I didn't want interaction with others, it's not like they come dragging you out of your RV or tent for a mixer.
It was good for giving my feet a rest and cooling off but this, like Test Track, is not something I'll wait in line for again.
This is one way we are very different. He enjoyed it while I very nearly fell asleep during it. If they had the volume down a bit, I would have been over. Thankfully we followed that with Stitch's Great Escape so it was back to Game, On! Stitch is another one some people aren't so impressed by but we dig it. That one is really well done.
This was the first trip where he met the requirement. Heck, I'm surprised he didn't put up a fuss with me being in the car behind him. He was all puffed up after, pleased with himself.
This was so NOT cool. We had been having so much fun so far and I was starting to think this was just going to mess it up.
I would have slapped the stupid right out of them but she rocked it. I still don't quite get how she did it but there was nothing about her that brooked argument while she managed to still maintain the expected Disney CM demeanor. Long story short (too late!) I didn't even try to stop myself. I grabbed The Boy, we followed at a discreet distance, and listened. She told them they were out of there. Apparently this means not just the Animal Kingdom but ALL Disney parks. (Too bad it was only for that day, I think, but at least it was still early enough in the day to really hurt.) They suddenly got a clue that there were actual consequences and started tearing up as they said they were there with their parents and were supposed to meet them that night. She told them to either reach them by cell phone or that Disney would be happy to locate them but those kids would be waiting with security until they were escorted with their parents out of the park.
