Ok, so let me tell you about my day...AFTER I give you a bit of background for my story...
You know how Tracy's mom has Hispanic Panic, right? Well, these days MY mom is going through her own little "something"...she's become obsessed with HER death...For the last 6 months or so, I get these odd packages in the mail...
Insurance policies...her will...her deed to the cemetary plot...you know..."the good stuff"...And then, once or twice a month the inevitable question..."Did you understand what was in the will?" Now the contents of my mom's will were pretty basic. Basically I'm the executor and my 1/2 brother and I are to sell the house and the car and split the money. I get her Disney Collection and her jewelry. Stuff like that.
She's concerned about whether or not there's anything in her house that I want, that's not specifically mentioned in the will. Very concerned. So much so that she asks me that once or twice a month.
Now some of you might recall that my mom came down to visit for Easter week. Well, when she came down, she brought her jewelry down. In 2 gigantic boxes. Stuffed in an oversized carry-on bag. There's some nice stuff in there. There's some carp in there. But now the 2 boxes - which I have no room (or use) for reside on my desk in my office for now.
About the same time as my dysfunctional family left here, Michael has had a hard time sleeping through the night. Well, not so much as a hard time. He tends to wake up somewhere around 2 or 3Am wide awake and refreshed.
So when he wakes up, Michael goes downstairs to the kitchen and has a party for himself, drinking a six pack of juice boxes and eating a few bags of fruit snacks. When we come downstairs, we find him passed out, surrounded by the empty juiceboxes and fruit snack bags...I'm sure I'm seeing a scene that will be repeated in the future, only with beer cans and bags of Dorito's surrounding his unconcious body!
Other mornings we are awoken by DVD's playing loudly in his room and he has made a huge mess in there, surrounded by every toy he owns on the floor. And empty juiceboxes....
Well this morning was a bit different. DH and I woke up around the same time...8:30. To an eerily quiet house...
Apparently, a silent tornado had blown through our house and we slept right through it...
Toys were all over the floor in every single room.
The standard juicebox/fruit snack combo was on the living room floor.
He'd already been riding his bike around the garage and was now something out of the last scene in the POTC ride...wearing about half of the jewelry that was now strewn around my office!
....Rings on every other finger...necklaces and watches...he was quite a sight!!
Anywhoooo....the rest of my day was spent cleaning the house and DS walking LITERALLY right behind me, making a mess again...
However, I managed to get some DIS time in today and even made an ADR for Alfredo's. Which, I gotta be honest, I'm not feelin' the love for...so I've been thinking of alternatives all day.
Then, this evening DH and I watched Wild Kingdom and it made me long for AK. And if you recall, AK is NOT in the Plan for this trip. I'd rather not schmuck my fat assets through the AK in August heat, if you know what I mean...
I had this feeling the other day. I may have mis-diagnosed it as a headache or something. I booked dinner at Boma so that A) I could have zebra domes and 2) Walk around the savanna and see the animals.
I love that hotel. I actually MISS it. I may extend our January trip a day...or 2 so we can stay there. Yeah, I've got issues. But come on - we're all victims of the same affliction.
O.C.DIS
I can barely contain my excitement now that we're getting closer. I pour over piles of stuff I've printed out, making notes, making ADR's...logging it all on my handy dandy calendar, which I will later shrink to 3x5 and laminate. Of course. DH laughs hysterically at me for most of this weekend. He says I'm obsessive. I have a problem. I have O.C.DIS.
I give him one last chance to back out of the trip. Nope. He's in. He smiles. He's looking forward to it. Cheeky monkey!
Gotta love him.
Most of the time.
We review the Plan. Together.
I give him a chance to voice his opinion.
Me - Pick some places you'd like to eat at Honey.
DH - I don't know...what have they got? (Like he's never been there or something!)
Me - Boma, Whispering Canyon, Coral Reef...
DH - (cutting me off) Why can't we eat at different places. I liked Boma, but it was noisy.
Me - We ARE eating at different places. CMC. That'll be new for us. Sort of. Tony's...You've never been THERE...
I then show him the Plan. Which already contains all of our ADR's. See? The thinking is done for him. But now he can't say he had no say in it. See how that works? Yes, sure....I've already made the ressies and THEN I asked him. Knowing full well he wouldn't have an opinion anyway. Now we're both happy.
Sort of....
I'm still not feeling the love for Alfredo's...
Now I'm thinking I'll re-examine the plan to get a half day of AK in there SOMEWHERE and someplace for lunch on the 24th...
Great visual!! 
I know when my kids are silent, it can only mean something bad is going on. 
So you never know, she just wants to be prepared, I know how to make you happy don't I 
of an allowable size in a Ziploc bag of course! We can spend the afternoon at the pool, freshen up in our room and be at the MK in time for a
I was thinking of something in the Boardwalk area, BUT we've got a 7pm dinner at CMC, and I don't want to drag the boys outta Epcot twice, so I of course tried LeCellier and naturally it's booked...so my other choices on my list were Alfredo's and Garden Grill...I got Alfredo's and now I'm not happy...
Be there Poly beach, 8:30pm, Lapu in hand!! 
Up early again? What time did Michael wreck the house today? 
Oh well, maybe next time... sniff... sob!
!!! We'll miss you! But we'll have a Lapu (or 21) in your honor!
