See days 1-2 for full cast information but heres the breakdown
Me-Aimee-32
Oneil-Nephew-5
Day 9....the end.....
Well there really isnt much to be said about day 9 other than it was pure hell for me and not much fun for Oneill either. By this day I had had it. I wanted to be home, I wanted Oneill back with his Mom(my step-sister). Well remember Oneills only job is to carry the backpack so that I can carry the other three carry ons! That seemed to weigh 500 pounds EACH! He wouldnt...so I snapped and yelled at him he cryed I felt bad. It was the ONLY day out of 9 days that he wanted his Mom. Well after finally getting him on the plane along with bags that I carried without the scooter at this point and my ankle injury I was about ready to pass out. We both slept on the way to Dallas. Wait I forgot something .... back up a second.....We were seculed to leave the airport at 330pm arriving back into Oklahoma City at 9pm, meaning we would have been home at around 1030pm. At the port I gave my bags to American at the bus area to check in and asked if we could get on an earlier flight home as I was at the end of my rope. She told me no and I started to cry...I didnt mean to really I just couldnt help it at that point. She asked me what was wrong and I explained that he wasnt feeling well still, that we had been isolated on the ship and that the thought of waiting at orlando airport until 330pm was more than I could bear at that moment. She didnt say anything and I started to walk away, she asked where I was going, and I said to the bus and that maybe I would just get a room at the hotel at the airport for a few hours. She said to hang on, I did. .. She said she found us two seats on earlier flights and apologized that we had been sick, she said that she had to overbook the flight to do it and she meant it as those flights were packed. I was soooooo thankful that I hugged her! She also put in wheelchair assistance to the gates so that I wouldnt have to walk. Now we are back to were I left off. Since I had the wheelchair assist at Dallas I was looking forward to it as we were landing, the dallas airport is HUGE and I knew it would be hard to manage with the four 300 pound each bags and Oneill in tow. But I never got anyone that would help me in Dallas so finally gave up and dragged myself the 500 gates away to the next flight. Apon arrival at OKC airport I got a skycap at the gate paid him 20 bucks for 2 wheelchairs and put Oneill in one and me in the other and had him push us to our bags, he then collected the bags and us and took us to a taxi. It was the best 20 I have ever spent! After getting to my car, and driving home(which made me sick, I think from the movement of the car and my movement from the ship combined) I finally collasped at home.
The next day was when the fun started with my Step-sister yelling at me saying that I never made him brush his teeth during the trip(I did), that I never gave him a bath or washed his hair(I did), that I didnt feed him(I did), and that I made him sick(well that part is part truth but not on purpose). Then she informed Oneill that I didnt do a good job taking care of him. That part I didnt learn until the next day by the way. So I didnt worry about it because I figured I knew I did take good care of him and let her be her normal selfish , crabby....etc self. Friday I go to the dr and find out that most likey I had the flu but ended up with broncitis and a sinus infection. The next morning she (step-sis)calls me and beggs me to babysit, goes on and on about how I am the only one she trusts....blah blah blah. Then I show up to babysit and Oneill gives me a dirty look and runs away from me. After they leave I ask Oneill what the deal is as he is being a major brat to me , something he normally isnt. And he informs me point blank.."My Mom said you didnt do a good job taking care of me so I dont like you anymore". I was shocked and hurt. When Evil Step-sister returned I informed her that since I wasnt quailified to take good care of the kids I wouldnt be babysitting anymore for her. She was shocked then. Oh I should point out by the way....I have a degree in Early Childhood Education, I was a preschool teacher for several years and a professional Nanny for 12 years, 6 with the same family. I should also point out that for the record my step sis is ... well never mind. I will get over it I am sure.
FINAL thoughts.
I will never again take Oneill on a trip due to step-sis reaction , although I would in a heartbeat if she hadnt acted the way she did. However we would not cruise, I dont think he is cut out for that at all.
Guest services was great to us.
Room stewart was Bella she was sssoooooooooo nice to us and I made her cry at the end of the trip by a generous tip and promises to pray for her due to a bad situation she and her family are facing.
All in all the trip was ok...sometimes great, other times horrible. But I guess if you factor in 9 days and we had 3 bad ones its not so bad.
Please if you have symtoms of norwalk, dont board the ship and if you do get sick do what they ask, The Dr onboard told me that they traced last years Norwalk on the Magic to one lady that infected the ship, and a plane full of people.
Aimee
Me-Aimee-32
Oneil-Nephew-5
Day 9....the end.....
Well there really isnt much to be said about day 9 other than it was pure hell for me and not much fun for Oneill either. By this day I had had it. I wanted to be home, I wanted Oneill back with his Mom(my step-sister). Well remember Oneills only job is to carry the backpack so that I can carry the other three carry ons! That seemed to weigh 500 pounds EACH! He wouldnt...so I snapped and yelled at him he cryed I felt bad. It was the ONLY day out of 9 days that he wanted his Mom. Well after finally getting him on the plane along with bags that I carried without the scooter at this point and my ankle injury I was about ready to pass out. We both slept on the way to Dallas. Wait I forgot something .... back up a second.....We were seculed to leave the airport at 330pm arriving back into Oklahoma City at 9pm, meaning we would have been home at around 1030pm. At the port I gave my bags to American at the bus area to check in and asked if we could get on an earlier flight home as I was at the end of my rope. She told me no and I started to cry...I didnt mean to really I just couldnt help it at that point. She asked me what was wrong and I explained that he wasnt feeling well still, that we had been isolated on the ship and that the thought of waiting at orlando airport until 330pm was more than I could bear at that moment. She didnt say anything and I started to walk away, she asked where I was going, and I said to the bus and that maybe I would just get a room at the hotel at the airport for a few hours. She said to hang on, I did. .. She said she found us two seats on earlier flights and apologized that we had been sick, she said that she had to overbook the flight to do it and she meant it as those flights were packed. I was soooooo thankful that I hugged her! She also put in wheelchair assistance to the gates so that I wouldnt have to walk. Now we are back to were I left off. Since I had the wheelchair assist at Dallas I was looking forward to it as we were landing, the dallas airport is HUGE and I knew it would be hard to manage with the four 300 pound each bags and Oneill in tow. But I never got anyone that would help me in Dallas so finally gave up and dragged myself the 500 gates away to the next flight. Apon arrival at OKC airport I got a skycap at the gate paid him 20 bucks for 2 wheelchairs and put Oneill in one and me in the other and had him push us to our bags, he then collected the bags and us and took us to a taxi. It was the best 20 I have ever spent! After getting to my car, and driving home(which made me sick, I think from the movement of the car and my movement from the ship combined) I finally collasped at home.
The next day was when the fun started with my Step-sister yelling at me saying that I never made him brush his teeth during the trip(I did), that I never gave him a bath or washed his hair(I did), that I didnt feed him(I did), and that I made him sick(well that part is part truth but not on purpose). Then she informed Oneill that I didnt do a good job taking care of him. That part I didnt learn until the next day by the way. So I didnt worry about it because I figured I knew I did take good care of him and let her be her normal selfish , crabby....etc self. Friday I go to the dr and find out that most likey I had the flu but ended up with broncitis and a sinus infection. The next morning she (step-sis)calls me and beggs me to babysit, goes on and on about how I am the only one she trusts....blah blah blah. Then I show up to babysit and Oneill gives me a dirty look and runs away from me. After they leave I ask Oneill what the deal is as he is being a major brat to me , something he normally isnt. And he informs me point blank.."My Mom said you didnt do a good job taking care of me so I dont like you anymore". I was shocked and hurt. When Evil Step-sister returned I informed her that since I wasnt quailified to take good care of the kids I wouldnt be babysitting anymore for her. She was shocked then. Oh I should point out by the way....I have a degree in Early Childhood Education, I was a preschool teacher for several years and a professional Nanny for 12 years, 6 with the same family. I should also point out that for the record my step sis is ... well never mind. I will get over it I am sure.
FINAL thoughts.
I will never again take Oneill on a trip due to step-sis reaction , although I would in a heartbeat if she hadnt acted the way she did. However we would not cruise, I dont think he is cut out for that at all.
Guest services was great to us.
Room stewart was Bella she was sssoooooooooo nice to us and I made her cry at the end of the trip by a generous tip and promises to pray for her due to a bad situation she and her family are facing.
All in all the trip was ok...sometimes great, other times horrible. But I guess if you factor in 9 days and we had 3 bad ones its not so bad.
Please if you have symtoms of norwalk, dont board the ship and if you do get sick do what they ask, The Dr onboard told me that they traced last years Norwalk on the Magic to one lady that infected the ship, and a plane full of people.
Aimee