I am so appreciating that single child thing right now.Oh absolutely!
My son wet his pants 2 years in a row @ MK (he was 5 & 6 and didn't want to take time out to go to the bathroom, and din't tell anyone until it was too late) The ride back on the bus was unpleasant and accompanied by a lot of "I'm not sitting with him....ewwww! He has pee-pants!"
......and the constant "sister hitting."
......and last year the daily argument over the top bunk (no bunks this year )
...and as we were getting ready to go to MNSSHP when a cast member called my daughter a beautiful princess (she was soooo proud of her dress) and my son corrected him saying, "No, she is a FAT princess!"
...and the knock-down, drag-out over a bag of doritos...
...and another no-holds barred death match over which color power ranger we were going to see!
...and the time my son left his fanny pack that held about 10 lbs of candy from MNSSHP and his lanyard with about a zillion traded pins in the bathroom (we told him not to take it off 84,000 times!) it was never returned....and the 1/2 hour sob fest that followed He then got the brilliant idea that his sister should share hers (pins and all) because he didn't have any...the argument went something like this...."I'm not giving you mine, it's not my fault you are a stupid baby and lost yours!" "Mommy told you not to take it off, dummy!" ...and the well thought out reply...."You're fat! and you stink!"
This thread is great.....ours was day 7 of 8 at the Art of Animation food court. I had meticulously planned the trip and was traveling with my husband, daughter and HIS entire family. I tried to include everyone’s preference, ride favorites, eating habits, I really tried so hard to make everyone happy. So there we are day 7 of 8 at the food court. Husband is fighting and pissy at HIS sister and her husband. Daughter is annoyed with cousin who she normally adores. I am placating everyone and putting ona happy face until i ask one of them, to I don’t know, grab a napkin or something and they BOTH start *****ing and complaining about it. I threw my pizza on the table and burst into tears (I am not a crier) I started yelling st both of them.....how hard I had worked, how I’m sick of making everyone get along, how all I asked is help getting one god d@mn napkin and they can’t even shut up for one second and do what I ask. The look on both of their faces was pure comedy. My daughter almost burst into tears herself, her eyes got so big, I don’t think she’s ever really seen me upset like that....and over a napkin, no less. My husband jumped up, got s napkin and then when I left the table to grab something , they ran to the gift shop and bought me something. They were both falling over themselves and were appreciated and helpful. It was classic Disney meltdown.....by a 30 something year old.
I am so glad I'm not the only one! I posted about this experience on a different thread a couple years ago, but it fits on here, too. On the last day of one of our trips we ate at Be Our Guest and my son (probably around 10 or so) didn't like the food. We went to get on SDMT with a Fastpass and as I got toward the front, a CM was asking people how many were riding. It was so loud, chaotic, and my anxiety started to kick in. When she motioned for us to come, I thought she was motioning to another group. So I stood there (very briefly, I thought) and turned my head around to look at DH to see if he was going and the CM put her hand on me and moved me forward and yelled something rude (I don't even remember what it was now). After the ride I started sobbing uncontrollably. It was the heat, exhaustion, anxiety, rude cast member, etc., and I had planned everything and felt like I had ruined our last day with my hissy fit. I had my head down to try to disguise my tears and not cause a scene. All of a sudden, a woman and a man in costume (I assume from Cinderella's court), came running up, the woman fussing at the man. I looked up and they were coming toward me! The woman chastised the squire for not cleaning out my stables in a satisfactory manner, and demanded that he apologize to me. He apologized multiple times in different manners, all hilarious, and each time he did, the lady would make him take many steps back and approach me again with a bow and an apology, saying he wasn't doing it correctly (mumbling, not bowing, being mildly insulting). My panic just flew out the window. Disney magic saved the day.
Glad to be of service!Ha! Thank you for that. Truly. My anxiety was getting to me badly a minute ago and reading that actually helped me to calm down. So thank you.
I am so glad I'm not the only one! I posted about this experience on a different thread a couple years ago, but it fits on here, too. On the last day of one of our trips we ate at Be Our Guest and my son (probably around 10 or so) didn't like the food. We went to get on SDMT with a Fastpass and as I got toward the front, a CM was asking people how many were riding. It was so loud, chaotic, and my anxiety started to kick in. When she motioned for us to come, I thought she was motioning to another group. So I stood there (very briefly, I thought) and turned my head around to look at DH to see if he was going and the CM put her hand on me and moved me forward and yelled something rude (I don't even remember what it was now). After the ride I started sobbing uncontrollably. It was the heat, exhaustion, anxiety, rude cast member, etc., and I had planned everything and felt like I had ruined our last day with my hissy fit. I had my head down to try to disguise my tears and not cause a scene. All of a sudden, a woman and a man in costume (I assume from Cinderella's court), came running up, the woman fussing at the man. I looked up and they were coming toward me! The woman chastised the squire for not cleaning out my stables in a satisfactory manner, and demanded that he apologize to me. He apologized multiple times in different manners, all hilarious, and each time he did, the lady would make him take many steps back and approach me again with a bow and an apology, saying he wasn't doing it correctly (mumbling, not bowing, being mildly insulting). My panic just flew out the window. Disney magic saved the day.
We were at DL with my 4 year old DD, DS8, DH, DMIL, DFIL and my daughter started fussing right when we got to the park that she wanted up. I said she was a big girl and that if she didn’t want to walk or go in the stroller that we would go back to the hotel. My FIL wet to pick her up, and I said no she had to walk. My MIL started screaming at me then the went off in a huff and didn’t tLk to us for the last 3 days of the trip (they locked our adjoining rooms and woukdn’t answer the door). The last day of the trip everyone got nice Disney souvenirs, except I got a Disney Donald Duck knock off shirt that had I’m the Boss on it. I still laugh about that stupid **** and put it on my husband is annoying me. After all the fighting and my in-laws leaving causing a scene, my daughter of course decided walking was fine and had a great day. You have to love family.
I feel your pain. Because of family circumstances we have to travel with 4 of my daughters maternal relatives (including mom) and we are very different people. The girls and I are park commando's while I affectionately refer to these people as the old people (even thou I am the oldest). At least you tried. My daughter has already told me when she is old enough to do her own trips the only person from her family that she will even consider inviting is me.Last trip we had to go with my husband's sister's family (even though we vacation way differently than them) since we went twice with my sister's family (who vacations more like us & we don't have to worry about offending them). Let's just say our family moments have allowed me to safely say I don't have to worry about going on anymore vacations with my husband's sister's family to Disney or anywhere else.
Wow. You were not at all "THAT" family - meltdowns happen all the time, especially at that age ... but that guy - WOW. He was "THAT" guy.This story is somewhere on another thread but it fits here too.
Me, DH and DD3 went to WDW for a week which DD knew about this part of trip. She didn’t want to leave WDW as we packed up the car to leave but she was resigned to it. The second part of the trip was a surprise…7 night cruise. We drove to the port and I pointed out Mickey’s ship to her and asked her if she wanted to sail with him and she said “No, I want to go back to Disney.” I told her we are going because we are booked on the ship and she was not happy.
We boarded late because the ship just got out of dry dock so they started boarding, I think around 1 and I think we got on after 2 so we were all a bit cranky. By the time we got on it was too late for lunch, DD was very cranky so we went to our cabin and tried to get her to nap or at least relax before muster and snacked on rice krispie treats sent by our travel agent.
DD did NOT want to go to muster drill so we put off going as long as we could but I finally had to just pick her up and go. She is screaming on the top of her lungs and we were mortified. We are heading down the stairs to muster station and she is still screaming. A guy turns to me and says, “You better shut her the *@$k up or I will throw her overboard.” DH was behind me at the time, moved beside me and screamed, “Hey!” The guy took one look at DH who is big intimidating looking, the guy turns and runs down the stairs, shoving people out of his way and runs right into security who are looking at DH to see if he was going to come after the guy. Gotta give DH credit for holding his temper back, he had just taken a few steps but stopped when he saw security. Not sure what happened to the guy but he and security disappeared.
Finally get to muster station and she is still crying but at least not screaming. CM’s were great trying to comfort her. A few passengers were trying to console me since I’m sure I still looked mortified.
Thankfully, never saw the guy again and she did warm up quickly to the cruise by the next day. This was the worst meltdown she has ever had. She is usually pretty easy going.