So when last we left this tale of tales, the boy wasn't falling asleep, and I was making loops around that little courtyard over by POTC.
Well, eventually, I gave up, and we had a little sit. Next to a very lovely woman, who was watching her grandchild, probably around 8-9 months old. And thus beginning a beautiful, albeit short friendship. HRH played with the baby a little, and I talked with the grandmother, and it was a calm respite in a world of chaos.
Seriously.
It felt chaotic. Even in Disney.
Eventually, we get up and try walking / strolling again, but it's still not working. I wander around a little bit and then spot Nana, who's camped out across from POTC, having a little sit.
Now it's been a while.
I'm tired. Cranky. Possibly hungry, I don't remember, although those three things tend to run concurrently for me, so it's possible it was all three.
And when Mom and Nana didn't find me right away, Mom decided to go on POTC.
By herself.
Without me.
At all.
Savvy?
Hmph.
I may have been acting like a spoiled, petulant child, but I was peeved. Maybe more than peeved. I was frustrated. And I told Nana, I just needed to keep walking and try to get out of there, he wasn't falling asleep and he was growing crankier by the second.
Along with myself. But that's a whole other chapter and I'm just not sure I have the energy for that black of a mood on this fine Sunday morning.
So I left Nana there to wait for Mom, after a long time of debating the virtues of waiting for Mom, and after I'd waited a good long while, and tried her cell, I'd about had it, and told Nana I was heading towards Main Street.
Actually, I think I was leaving, but I just hadn't fully made that decision yet.
There were so many people in the Magic Kingdom!
SO MANY!
And I'm claustrophobic. Truly. I have little pep talks with myself every time I get on an airplane or ride in an elevator. And mostly, I'm able to talk myself out of a panic attack, and calm myself down.
But guess what? You can't control people.
You can try. You can nice them to death. And say excuse me, and not be obnoxious about it, and not run them down with your stroller, and you know what? They don't BLOODY MOVE!!!!
Okay, maybe they normally do move.
But on that day? They didn't.
And so, I was SO frustrated. Trying to make my way through the crowds, with my stroller, saying excuse me and feeling very, very ignored.
I'd hit a wall.
HRH had hit a wall.
We were both at the peak of our frustration, and I wanted out of the Magic Kingdom. I was feeling spoiled, and selfish, and petulant. In the sense that I wanted what I wanted, and it wasn't happening.
I wanted to be able to go on rides. For someone to take HRH and say, why don't you go on the Haunted Mansion and we'll watch him for you. Why don't you go on Pirates while we wait?
Now in all reality, maybe that could have happened, but nobody offered, and I didn't ask. We make our beds, we lie in them.
I'd gone on the TTA, that I liked. Tried to go on Buzz, broken down. Took HRH on the Speedway by myself, which was fun, but we had the nerves of whether or not he'd make it through the whole ride without having an accident. Took him to the playground, should have let him play longer, won't make that mistake again. Tried to get him on WTP, and he wouldn't listen to me, so we did the walk of shame.
Two rides, guys.
Some good times.
Ate a hot dog, that was good. Cheese sauce, french fries. I love Casey's.
You can see how I'm reaching here, right? And I know most people would be grateful to have those experiences. Would be able to look at them with the perspective of hey, we're here together, yah! I just wasn't feeling it at that time. Tired, frustrated, possibly hungry.
And I wanted out. There were too many people in that magical kingdom for my taste.
And you know what?
I'd ignored the time.
Wasn't paying attention to the clock, so to speak. Because, I don't wear a watch ever, never mind on vacation, so I just wasn't aware.
And what do you think I ran smack into on my way down Main Street that caused me to be completely unable to leave?
The parade.
:::SIGH:::
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