Katy Belle
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The Perfect Trip? Will it Happen? The sad story
Me- 35-never been to WDW. Always, always, always have wanted to visit the mouse
DH-38- one trip to WDW, many, many moons ago.
DS-J - 8 Cautious- brainy kid -looking forward to Epcot
DS-N -6 Dare Devil - thinks he can fly (think concussion)- hopes to lose his first tooth at WDW and leave it under his pillow for Tinkerbell, hoping she will leave pixie dust!
DS-M-4 Scaredy Cat - after viewing the Disney Trip planning video he called the Dumbo Ride "The Scary Roundy Round elephants"
Pre-Trip
This trip actually started a LONG time ago. A year ago, in fact. DH came home from a business trip and brought me a stuffed rabbit. When I squeezed his little hand he talked! In my husband's voice the bunny said, "Hey Honey, I just got a big bonus check. Ya wanna go to Disney World?" WHAT???!!!! We had never been to Disney World! I've ALWAYS wanted to go to Disney World! LETS GO!
Then the research began. When to go? We picked the perfect week, Nov.1-9. We, well, maybe just I, planned, and planned, and planned. I found the Dis Boards and became an expert. I developed keen listening skills and interupted any converstations that included WDW. I talked to friends and strangers about this awesome trip we were planning. I called my mom every day and counted down the days! I e-mailed my best friend every day and counted down the days. I tortured my poor DSs, 8,6,3 about seeing Mickey. We started chanting "No broken arms, no broken legs, no concussions, BEFORE DISNEY." They are boys, ya know, and they climb, run, jump, and occasionally get a concussion , I wasn't taking any chances. This was going to be the perfect vacation!!!!
So, here we are, it is October 31 and we will leave bright and early the next morning. I have all the clothes packed. I even color coded us so that we all would be wearing the same color each day to minimize the chance of someone getting lost! I have the van about 1/2 packed. Its an early dismissel day so the boys are home and we are making final preps for the trip so that we can do Halloween and get to bed at a decent hour.
Then.......the phone rang. It was DH. I cheerfully say, "Only 16 more hours!!! I have the van half packed. This is going to be perfect." DH doesn't sound cheerful. He is rambling about how things are really bad at work. There is a mess. He sounds very upset. I ask ,"Did you get fired?" "No," he says. "Well, everything will be OK!" I say, "you will be relaxing in FL soon and your troubles will be behind you!" DH still isn't sounding cheerful. He's actually sounding tearful. Then he says, "We can't go." ............................... Yeah, silence on this end. My brain is screaming, but I am silent with instant tears streaming down my cheeks. "OK" Well, there were more words, but I really don't remember any of them. Then we hung up and I got to tell my 3 DSs the horrible, terrible, no-good, very bad news. They took it pretty well, considering. They were more worried about their mommy crying her eyes out.
But, the good news is....I survived. And I only cried for 2 1/2 days.
Fast Forward to January. DH has worked pretty much non-stop since that dreaded Halloween afternoon. He worked through Christmas while the rest of us flew to see family. He worked and worked an worked and worked. Then on a Sat. he calls home, yes, of course he's at work. He thinks that it is finally over.
So I kick back into planning mode. I make the reservations at Port Orleans Riverside. I make the Priority Seating reservations only 39 days out and get everything I want, except Chef Mickey. We are now downplaying everything and saying "Maybe we will go in Feb." I do not want to disappoint 3 little boys again. I am hopeful that THIS will be the perfect vacation. No, its not the PERFECT week. No, its not the PERFECT character meal. But, I have the PERFECT little family and we get to go see Mickey, the PERFECT host and it will be PERFECT. I learned through all this that all the little details may not matter so much. I think I will be less "comando" and take time to smell the flowers. I think I will cherish the time with DH and these 3, now older, DSs.
So, the new plan is we leave home at 7am Sat. Feb. 21 and arrive at POR Sunday Feb. 22 to start our PERFECT vacation. Then we hit Feb. 10, 11 days before the blessed departure day. Guess what?! Work is bad again. I'll spare you the details, but it involves auditors. DH says, "It doesn't look good." I start to cry. Today I have stopped crying. He thinks things may clear up by Monday afternoon. I have come up with some alternate plans, some involving planes and more $. But, once again I have hope. So, now all we need is some pixie dust sent to us by Disers!
I promise to keep you posted!
Katy Belle
Me- 35-never been to WDW. Always, always, always have wanted to visit the mouse
DH-38- one trip to WDW, many, many moons ago.
DS-J - 8 Cautious- brainy kid -looking forward to Epcot
DS-N -6 Dare Devil - thinks he can fly (think concussion)- hopes to lose his first tooth at WDW and leave it under his pillow for Tinkerbell, hoping she will leave pixie dust!
DS-M-4 Scaredy Cat - after viewing the Disney Trip planning video he called the Dumbo Ride "The Scary Roundy Round elephants"
Pre-Trip
This trip actually started a LONG time ago. A year ago, in fact. DH came home from a business trip and brought me a stuffed rabbit. When I squeezed his little hand he talked! In my husband's voice the bunny said, "Hey Honey, I just got a big bonus check. Ya wanna go to Disney World?" WHAT???!!!! We had never been to Disney World! I've ALWAYS wanted to go to Disney World! LETS GO!
Then the research began. When to go? We picked the perfect week, Nov.1-9. We, well, maybe just I, planned, and planned, and planned. I found the Dis Boards and became an expert. I developed keen listening skills and interupted any converstations that included WDW. I talked to friends and strangers about this awesome trip we were planning. I called my mom every day and counted down the days! I e-mailed my best friend every day and counted down the days. I tortured my poor DSs, 8,6,3 about seeing Mickey. We started chanting "No broken arms, no broken legs, no concussions, BEFORE DISNEY." They are boys, ya know, and they climb, run, jump, and occasionally get a concussion , I wasn't taking any chances. This was going to be the perfect vacation!!!!
So, here we are, it is October 31 and we will leave bright and early the next morning. I have all the clothes packed. I even color coded us so that we all would be wearing the same color each day to minimize the chance of someone getting lost! I have the van about 1/2 packed. Its an early dismissel day so the boys are home and we are making final preps for the trip so that we can do Halloween and get to bed at a decent hour.
Then.......the phone rang. It was DH. I cheerfully say, "Only 16 more hours!!! I have the van half packed. This is going to be perfect." DH doesn't sound cheerful. He is rambling about how things are really bad at work. There is a mess. He sounds very upset. I ask ,"Did you get fired?" "No," he says. "Well, everything will be OK!" I say, "you will be relaxing in FL soon and your troubles will be behind you!" DH still isn't sounding cheerful. He's actually sounding tearful. Then he says, "We can't go." ............................... Yeah, silence on this end. My brain is screaming, but I am silent with instant tears streaming down my cheeks. "OK" Well, there were more words, but I really don't remember any of them. Then we hung up and I got to tell my 3 DSs the horrible, terrible, no-good, very bad news. They took it pretty well, considering. They were more worried about their mommy crying her eyes out.
But, the good news is....I survived. And I only cried for 2 1/2 days.
Fast Forward to January. DH has worked pretty much non-stop since that dreaded Halloween afternoon. He worked through Christmas while the rest of us flew to see family. He worked and worked an worked and worked. Then on a Sat. he calls home, yes, of course he's at work. He thinks that it is finally over.
So I kick back into planning mode. I make the reservations at Port Orleans Riverside. I make the Priority Seating reservations only 39 days out and get everything I want, except Chef Mickey. We are now downplaying everything and saying "Maybe we will go in Feb." I do not want to disappoint 3 little boys again. I am hopeful that THIS will be the perfect vacation. No, its not the PERFECT week. No, its not the PERFECT character meal. But, I have the PERFECT little family and we get to go see Mickey, the PERFECT host and it will be PERFECT. I learned through all this that all the little details may not matter so much. I think I will be less "comando" and take time to smell the flowers. I think I will cherish the time with DH and these 3, now older, DSs.
So, the new plan is we leave home at 7am Sat. Feb. 21 and arrive at POR Sunday Feb. 22 to start our PERFECT vacation. Then we hit Feb. 10, 11 days before the blessed departure day. Guess what?! Work is bad again. I'll spare you the details, but it involves auditors. DH says, "It doesn't look good." I start to cry. Today I have stopped crying. He thinks things may clear up by Monday afternoon. I have come up with some alternate plans, some involving planes and more $. But, once again I have hope. So, now all we need is some pixie dust sent to us by Disers!
I promise to keep you posted!
Katy Belle
