Part 11: Off to Cocoa Beach (continued)....
(Still) Saturday 28th October, 2006
Early on in the packing stage we decided that it would be good if Grumpy took the boys and Alice to the food court for breakfast with a plan to bring me back some pancakes and coffee, leaving me some non-child time to get a handle on things. The boys got changed into their swimming gear as the plan was to let them go for a swim after breakfast with a strict warning that there was to be "no messing". I think I mentioned in a previous chapter how this is all new to us - the idea of leaving the boys without our supervision. But it's great when you finally reach that stage and you just know instinctively that they'll be okay (for a limited time of course) without us there. So off they went, the packing trauma ensued. But, I was finally on a roll.
After a while DH comes back with my coffee and delicious pancakes with maple syrup, hands over Alice, having dropped the boys at the pool, and he goes off to get the bus to Downtown Disney, collect the car and drive back. I wish him luck. He's a very experienced competent driver but I know he's nervous. We have driven on the 'wrong'

p ) side of the road before - we drove almost the entire length of Italy and also in Spain but, I dunno, for some reason this felt very different.
We are way behind schedule but it honestly didn't matter. The previous two days had been hectic so we had already decided to take it at a slower pace.
Alice 'helped' with the packing by unpacking, re-distributing and also, of course, becoming all of a sudden attached to things buried at the end of the furthest case! But, bless her, she was in great spirits altogether, after her great night's sleep and was singing and dancing and really no trouble. More quality time.
When I'm within an hour of being done I called down to front desk to ask about transferring the luggage over to The Boardwalk (as per phone call the night before). The CM says she doesn't think it's possible and keeps saying "when are you checking out of here?" and "when are you checking into The Boardwalk?" I'm convinced it's the same CM who gave us the room at the back of the resort. I recognised her surly tone.

. I told her our plans repeatedly and said I understood it wasn't the normal course of events to move luggage for guests not checking in that night but that just the night before the CM on the front desk had said it was no problem whatsoever (the inconsistency of CMs is rather mind-boggling at times) so she says "hmmm" and transferred me to luggage or bell services or whatever they're called. So a nice guy comes on the line and said that it's fine with him if it's okay with The Boardwalk staff so to check with them first and if it's ok with them, to ring him back. Yay! So next I called The Boardwalk and ask for Bell Services and the guy there said it's fine with him if it's okay with the All Stars, I assure him it is so I call back the first guy and he said that was great and to just leave the bags in the room and go. Yay!!!
Just another little aside here re: that CM who refused to budge on our Country Fair location the night we checked in (despite the fact that I was happy to accept *any* other building). Well the next day when DH went to collect our welcome pack which we hadn't been given, the CM on duty asked if we were happy with our room. DH said yes, the room was fine, but that we had been disappointed with the location. The CM said we should have asked for another location and it wouldn't have been a problem. Hmmm! He told her that we had indeed asked for another location and, in fact, it was noted on our reservation from many months prior that we would like to be as near as possible to the food court, but that the CM on duty wouldn't budge unless we paid for preferred. He said this second CM just shook her head and said "there are lots of empty rooms in better locations and it's no problem to move you". But, having just unpacked that morning, he declined the offer. I would have moved in a heartbeat but that's not my point - my point is that that first CM definitely had it in for me. lol!!
Digression over.
In the meantime there's a knock on the door and it's mousekeeping. A nice friendly lady asks if she can clean the room now but I'm not done packing and I explain that we're checking out that morning - she looked confused and taken aback at this for some reason. But check out time is 11 and it's still only 10.15 or so and I assure her that I'll be out of the room by 11. She reluctantly agreed. It wasn't her fault as she was assigned a certain section at a certain time. It's something I don't understand though. I don't see why they can't assign the rooms that are being vacated that day to a later time for mousekeeping. This is starting to get very whiney, knocking Disney staff, which I don't want to do but there's always a few occasions when the CMs/management perplex me.
The pressure was on now to finish up because I was aware that she was getting closer and closer again to my room. I wondered at this point where the boys were. They seemed to be taking ages. They had yet to get dressed as they had gone to the food court and pool in their swimming gear. Also I could have done with a hand with the myriad of items I would need to carry downstairs (the plan was to meet DH in the food court whenever he got back) but still no sign of them.
I had the door held open with one of the cases because I had parked the stroller outside and was filling it up with our crap, er, stuff. Bag by bag - oh what am I doing here? How much mileage can I get out of this packing saga? It's going on and on like one of those horrendous Jackie Collins 'novels' except it's all bags and sweaters instead of lean muscle and steamy affairs. lol! Anyway, the door was open so I was aware that our mousekeeper was next door now. I really got the feeling she was hanging about waiting for me to leave. I completely understand this as she might have had to move to a different building and come back later just to do our room if it wasn't ready to do now. So I finally got done by 10.50 and, as suspected, she was waiting near the door outside, happy to hear that I was finished and leaving.
So I left our 6 bags/cases tucked into the corner with a note attached stating the number of bags and the destination and our reservation number for The Boardwalk and a tip folded into the note, left the mousekeeper's tip on the TV and off we went, and struggled downstairs (well, you know, using the elevator!) with the stroller full of bags and hanging 3 deep off the handles. Also of course I had clothes and runners for the boys to change into as they hadn't turned up yet. But Alice was dancing along next to me and I felt really good. The sun was most definitely shining again and it was a gorgeous day. The upside of moving so often is that you have that 'starting fresh' feeling where everything was neat and in it's place again.
Where were the boys and why hadn't they come to get dressed and help me out? Well, as I approached the pool, they were there, sitting in a lounger each, chatting and having a laugh. This irritated me no end. So I indicated to them to come and help and asked where they've been and it turns out DH had instructed them to stay put until I came to get them.

. How did he think I could manage Alice and all the bags and how were they supposed to get dressed? Anyway, a quick sigh and I tell the boys to go and get dressed in the changing rooms. They dutifully oblige. They're also in great spirits and had a fabulous swim. We wave goodbye to the pool which we are so fond of and off we head to the food court. We debate whether or not to get lunch but decide against it and we get a couple of snacky things instead.
Then Wayne asks me if I know where his wallet is and I haven't a clue. I know it's not in his backpack as I had cleaned that out and repacked it. He can't find it. There was quite a bit of spending money in there belong to him. So he's really upset now. So I left the boys to look after Alice and I ran back up to the room, hoping to get there before bell services came to collect the bags. Our mousekeeper was probably thrilled to see *me* coming back again. lol! Ah no, she was a nice lady actually and I explained to her as best I could (her English wasn't great) that I was searching for something so I searched each bag and there was no sign of it.
Just then the luggage guy arrived and it was a good thing I was in the room (which was a pure fluke after all) as I got the distinct impression he had expected me to be there. He asked me about the number of bags and where they were going, ticked things off of his worksheet as I answered, did a bag count and said all was in order. I gave him his tip, he chatted for a while, told us he'd look after our bags well (and indeed he did) and off I went. [There we go again though with the inconsistent advice from CMs - I had been told it was fine to just leave the bags in the room].
Wayne was very disappointed when I told him I hadn't found his wallet but just then DH came back and we told him about it. He reckoned it might be in Wayne's shorts pocket from the night before. Wayne said he was pretty sure that's where it was. I hadn't searched the laundry bag when I went back up to the room so we all felt safe knowing that it was stuffed in his pocket in one of the cases (and you don't have to wait til God knows when I get to the next day's events (lol!) - I can tell you now it was there!! Yay!!).
So Grumpy had got the car and looked a little bit freaked. lol! He said he found navigating a bit of a challenge but was confident we'd be fine for getting to the coast. [Wanna bet?]
Grumpy and the boys are now peckish so Grumpy said he'd go grab a couple of things but came back with the largest pizza they sold. Considering none of us were starving it was a waste and we got through less than half of it. Also I had promised the boys we'd go to Pizza Hut that night in Cocoa Beach as they're huge fans of Pizza Hut. DH knew this but still got the pizza anyway which irritated me quite a bit. What's the point in having pizza for lunch and dinner? Oh well, I'm sure we'll get through it. lol!
We finish up and head for the car park. I found it very hard to judge the size of cars when I was booking it online as I'm not familiar with U.S. models (who am I kidding? I know nothing about cars in general. lol!) but, while the car itself was fine, I had expected it to have a much bigger boot (or 'trunk, if you will). I was so relieved that we had arranged to send all those bags to The Boardwalk - there is no way in hell they'd have fitted in there. I honestly don't know what we'd have done.
So in we get and off we go, with baited breath......
Up next: Round and round we go, where we stop no-one knows, except we all strongly suspect it'll be at those Disney gates yet again.
It's on page 12, Post no. 173!!