Warning: This chapter is boring. Seriously. No drama, no injury, not even a park. We had such a day off that I don't even have any receipts from this day!
By day 4 of our trip, we decided it would be fun to take a day off. The original plan had been to alternate park days with "down" days, in order to make our trip more bewaxing. That's Sydneyspeak for "relaxing."
Here's the reality about that.
FACT: We're here Friday to Friday. Eight days total, but of course day one and day eight are travel days.
FACT: There are four major theme parks. Four!
FACT: Taking a day off after each park isn't going to cut it, people. You do the math.
As it turns out, taking a day off after each park day would make our days at the parks LESS bewaxing. Because then we'd be stressing out trying to see and do everying for a given park on its assigned day. Having the AP's really helped us to relax and enjoy the parks in smaller bites without feeling like we were "wasting" a day (as if!) on a Magic Your Way ticket if we didn't stay from open to close.
And lounging by the pool for 3 entire days in between doesn't work for us, either. You see, we're white. Beyond pasty white, and on to translucent, jellyfish white. Sunblock is very labor intensive for us. Plus, as I may have mentioned, the pool area at Old key West is very nice, but not terribly conducive to watching three little ones when one wants the water slide, one wants the baby pool, and one wants to go off to the bathroom every five minutes.
So, rather by process of elimination, Monday was our down day. The day that did not have Spectromagic, a priority seating of great importance, or Conor's birthday. So we took the day off.
Slept in, lounged around in our jammies, had breakfast while watching Playhouse Disney. Doug was able to check in with the office, and I began what was to have been my trip report. It was not good. I'm glad to have started afresh on that one.
You all will probably be ashamed of us, but we seriously frittered the morning away.
At Disney!
Blame DVC. It really is Home Away from Home.
We had lunch on the patio, making a strenuous effort at using up some of the pile of groceries we'd bought through WeGoShop. Then headed to the pool, after dunking everyone in the vat o'sunblock.
While it's not the stuff of great trip reports, we really did have a lovely afternoon at the pool. It was a bright, hot sunny day, and so we contented ourselves to staying in the water. Conor wore a path in the steps up to the waterslide, making continuous trips up and down for our entire visit. Doug and I each took one of the girls, and helped them swimming in the deep water, making sure that one of us was always near to the slide exit, ready to assist the little man if need be. For the most part he did very well and became expert at swimming away from the churning waters lest somebody barrel down on top of him. We spent a lot of time just sitting on the pool steps, chest deep in the water, chatting and giggling and splashing. Good times.
At one point I went for dry towels. I was wearing the
Disney Cruise Line t-shirt that the Enabler brought back for me one time. Anyway, the man passing out the towels asked how I'd liked the cruise. When I explained that I'd never been, he said, "Oh you've got to do it. THAT's a vacation." He gestured with his arms open, "This -- this is fun, but it's work."
Well of course it is, I thought. It's your job! But then I realized that he meant Disney World en toto. And he's right, in a way. It can be tiring. Exhausting, even. Definitely not the same as lounging on a deck chair sipping mai tais all day.
Why would anyone want to do THAT?
If Disney World is work, then I never want to retire.