August Day One: (cont’d)
What better way to start a vacation than babysitting?!? In all seriousness, though, trading off date nights had been built into things from the very beginning. Since it was such a short trip, there were only so many evenings where we could fit it in. We were taking the first shift while FH and FW headed over to AK for the evening. But first, we had to drop our bags in our room and get changed for Stormalong Bay.
Despite the fact that it was well past our check in time, we still hadn’t gotten a room ready text: so much for skipping the desk and heading straight to our room. The CM checked and our room was delayed, so we got a $100 credit, an apology, and a promise that they’d make sure to get it ready ASAP. We decided to change in our friends’ room so that our bad room luck wouldn’t impact their date night. We started walking through to Beach Club, and kept walking, and… kept walking. It turns out their room as about as far away from YC as they could get, and the kids weren’t in any rush to get moving as they wanted to take it all in.
Of course, we got our room number text just as we found our friends’ room, but there was no way we were going to walk the kids all the way back to YC. We were getting changed there and then some of the adults who understood the term “power walk” would go drop off the bags before heading to the pool. Plus, it turned out we weren’t the only ones dealing with some hotel inconvenience. Unfortunately, FW’s wallet had gotten locked in the room safe and the keypad wasn’t working. Someone had to be in the room with maintenance when they opened it for her, so she was trying to them come up right then. Between her evening out and a RD the next morning, she wasn’t sure when she’d otherwise be in the room to get it.
Everyone got changed but there was no sign of maintenance just yet. They wanted to give it a few more minutes, and we had to drop off the bags anyway, so we split up. The men and the kids stayed to wait for the safe to be unlocked while FW and I walked the bags over to YC and grabbed drinks in their refillable mugs. If we got done with that and the safe was still locked, the gentlemen were just going to bail on the room and meet us in the BC lobby.
Our room was very close to the elevators, so we didn’t have to trek through nearly as much of YC as BC. We were in a standard view room with a huge shared balcony overlooking the bus stop.
We heard from the guys that the safe was unlocked, so we headed back out to meet up with them. Despite us having to come from a different hotel, we still beat them (and the tiny kid legs) to the lobby.
Please forgive the general lack of photos from here on out: we were mostly too busy kid wrangling to remember them.
At this point is was about 5:00pm. FW and FH said their goodbyes and headed for the AK buses while the rest of us headed for the pool. Pool time was… challenging. Our girls were running on full Disney excitement, had spent the day cooped up in airplanes, and were strong swimmers who love a good slide. The friends, on the other hand, were already a week into their trip, coming off of an MK morning that started with a BoG PPO, and were non-swimmers who don’t like getting water in their faces. Plus, Hubby and I were as yet unfamiliar with the layout of Stormalong Bay and the relative difficulty in getting from one side of it to the other. We entered from the Beach Club side of things and I think we had to cross a half dozen bridges to make it to the sandy bottom section. If we’d known what we were doing, we would have just walked out by the lake and entered on the other side, but so it goes.
Everyone had some fun playing in the sand but, soon, we had to divide and conquer: Hubby took the girls sliding while I hung in the sandy bottom area with the friends. Then, when they got done, I had my own turn to try it out.
We had the most luck once the kids decided to check out the baby slide. It afforded our girls enough excitement to keep them entertained while allowing Hubby and me to keep the six kids all in view together. Even this was short lived, though, because the troops were getting hungry. We headed to our towels to dry off and throw on shoes, with the intention of walking over to Boardwalk pizza. However, FD3 realized she had lost a bandaid and absolutely wasn’t moving. She had an oh-so-small scratch on one of her toes and insisted that it hurt too much in her shoe. If it had been one of my girls, we would have employed the “it’s not bleeding, you’re fine, suck it up” method of wound care, but it’s harder being the mean mom when you’re not the mom. Plus, she was already the shortest, slowest member of our group and I didn’t want to deal with her whining on the way to dinner. Hubby had no interest in staying alone with the increasingly restless children, but he also had no idea where in our bags I had shoved the first aid kit. I also realized I needed my ID to receive our groceries later that night, so I ran back to the room to get both. I did my very best to hustle but, when I got back out to the pool, it was clear that Hubby needed some space from the kids. Rather than all of us getting food together, I sent him to get dinner while I took the kids to fill our mugs.
Hubby was using two QS credits to get pizzas for us to share, so I told him to go ahead and get two beers as the drinks: he seemed like he needed it.

In the meantime, the kids and I headed for the YC Marketplace and their Coke Freestyle machines. I have mixed feelings about these machines: on the one hand, I love being able to specify that I want a Cherry Vanilla Coke Zero if I’m going caffeinated or a flavored cream soda if I’m going decaf. On the other hand, the wait is nearly always worse, especially when the people ahead can’t decide on a drink or the machines have run out of certain soda/flavor combinations.
There was a short line when we got there, and the seven of us immediately turned it into a long line. Plus, the kids were all trying to tell me at the same time what flavor drinks they wanted, which about doubled the decibel level of the place. When it was our turn at the machine, I was doing my best not to monopolize it for too long, but I had to make sure each lid was properly snapped back onto the drink before handing it down. Otherwise, the law of averages ensured that at least one of those Powerades was going to hit the floor. Once we were all filled up, I had to get everyone back outside for dinner. This mostly involved repeating the phrases, “Don’t try to drink while you’re walking. Look where you’re going. Stay together,” for five minutes straight while making maddeningly slow progress toward the lake. I hate walking with my hands full with small children because then I can’t just gently nudge them back into formation when they start walking in ever widening paths.
Hubby found us and helped corral everyone towards Hurricane Hannah’s. Apparently, 7pm is a hopping dinner time because the only open seats were at two high top tables that we attempted to shove together. Not a single one of the kids was tall enough to successfully get into the chairs, and they spent the entire meal perched precariously, but we made it work. I ordered a burger and fries to share with Hubby while the kids dug into the pizza. Except, the kids absolutely demolished their dinner in record time. Then, they worked their way through our meal as well. On any other day, it would be totally normal to expect the six of them to split two mid-size pizzas. I’ve taken them out with FW to do just that and come home with lots of leftovers. Of course, on this day, they all decided to double up on their normal portions leaving Hubby and me with lots of crust and a couple of bites of burger each.
When the meal was done, I suggested that we go check out the campfire by the lake. Before we were able to enact that plan, though, I got a notification from
Amazon that my grocery delivery would be arriving momentarily and to make my way to meet it. Given how challenging the evening had been so far, coupled with the fact that the campfire was my idea, I wanted to have Hubby go grab the groceries. Except, there was alcohol in the order and I was the only one with photo ID, so I had to leave him with the kids heading toward the open flame while I went to the front.
I will leave Hubby (
@trippedup ) to chime in regarding the campfire shenanigans if he feels so inclined; there is no photographic evidence to support his story either way. For my part, the couple of minutes waiting for the delivery driver felt like an eternity given that I knew I had left him in such a difficult position. Since Disney had just enacted a fee to have bell services delivery groceries and I had to be there to get the alcohol anyway, I was going to run them up to the room myself. It was a small order, so I could quickly put the cold things in the fridge, and head right back out. When the driver started unloading my bags, though, I started second guessing my plan. I’m not sure if they pack them by department or what, but what could have been 3 well packed grocery bags and one case of Mike’s was at least 8 bags. The bags themselves didn’t have great handles, either. At home, I can easily carry twice as much stuff in my reusable bags by slinging four over each shoulder, but these were very cumbersome. Being stubborn, I wasn’t going to waste more time trying to find a cart, so I piled them as best I could on top of the case and walked carefully but quickly to the elevators. I was so laden down that I genuinely couldn’t figure out how I was going to push the elevator button when another guest came up behind me and beat me to the punch. He was kind enough to ask for my floor and didn’t even make any snide comments about how I was clearly carrying more than I could handle- I’m assuming he didn’t want to provoke the crazy lady. I managed to make it to our room without losing any packages, dropped things off, and booked it out toward the campfire.
I got back out just before 8:00pm, at which point the rest of the crew had moved on from the campfire and were trying to decide what to do next. Since it was past bedtime and we were rope dropping in the morning, I suggested we all go check out our hotel room. That would give me a few minutes to unpack enough for us to be ready for the next day before Hubby put the girls to bed and I brought the friends back to their room to sleep. The kids started checking out the room by looking for hidden Mickeys, then decided to have some fun on the jumbo balcony.
At about 8:30, the kids said their goodbyes, Hubby started showering our crew, and I started the long march back to the friends’ BC room. Between the walk back and the night routine, I didn’t have the kids in bed until 9pm at which point they promptly crashed. I went out to the balcony to fiddle on my phone, where I had this lovely view of the quite pool.
Of course, because that was the night I was going to have, the quiet pool wasn’t so quiet. One of the families whose patio let out to the pool had sent several kids, ranging in age from probably elementary up through older teens, to go swim by themselves. All of them were screaming and splashing and the biggest kids were running from a full sprint several yards away to then dive or flip into the pool. I was shocked that no CMs got called in to settle things down. The mom in me wanted to intervene, but between the fact that it wasn’t my room and I had three sleeping kids to think about, I decided not to insert myself. Their parents eventually called them in for bed, at which point everything did in fact become blissfully quiet.
I was getting text updates from AK and, since FH and FW opted to hop into the FoP line just before closing, I knew I’d have a bit of a wait before I was relieved. They were on a bus back to BC at 10:10pm and, after giving my evening report, I was walking back to our room at 10:56pm. I needed to shower off the pool and sunscreen before my head could hit the pillow. While mid-shower, A started coughing in her sleep and then throwing up in bed. I ended up standing there in my birthday suit, dripping water, holding her hair while she emptied the rest of her stomach into the toilet. If I could wipe one memory from the trip, this would
definitely be it. Meanwhile, Hubby was trying to find clean PJs and see if we had any extra linens to remake her bed for her. There were no sheets to be found, so we had to call down to the front desk. Right away, they sent someone up who threw the dirty things into a trash bag and offered to remake the bed. We thought it would be less disruptive to the other two if we just took care of it, so we haphazardly covered the bed, tucked A in, and put ourselves to bed soon thereafter.
In the grand scheme of Disney days, this was not my favorite by a long shot. I knew, between travel, checking in, watching the kids, and getting the groceries, that it was going to be a tough one. I had even brought up to Hubby potentially scrapping the grocery delivery, but we both wanted to have breakfast food and snacks available in the room. The evening was even more stressful than we had planned, but even a bad day in Disney is still worth it. Also, since we got our babysitting night out of the way first, we had nothing but fun, including our own date night, to look forward to the rest of the trip. Those who read along with my first report will notice that this put us at 2 for 2 on starting our trips to the World with gastrological fireworks and (spoiler) it wasn’t going to be the last of them either. It was the last of them for the night, though, and we all slept like logs.