I guess you could say I had a meltdown last year at
Disneyland. It was our third trip and we were about to move from SoCal so we probably won't be back for a long time. DH prefers that I do all the planning and prepping, which is fine, I enjoy it. And then we go over our "plan" together and with the kids. So we were going to try to get to the rides we hadn't ridden yet and spend more time meeting characters and just soaking up the Land.
So we went last February for President's Day weekend, which turned out to be 50 degrees and rainy and gray clouds the whole time. We were cold and wet (had ponchos and umbrellas but it was a LOT of rain), but tried to make the best of it because we were at DISNEY!!! The kids weren't in great moods because of the weather, so DH and I were trying to keep things positive. Until the last day of our trip.
I was already getting tired of the kids' attitudes (they were 4 and 6), and DH started to get snippy with me. And by snippy, I mean we'd get done with a ride or something and he'd huff and puff and say, "Ugh, where are we going next?" And I'd remind him of the things we said we wanted to do and what did he think? And he'd say, "Whatever, I don't care, let's just pick something." And other remarks like, "We aren't going to stand in that line to meet the princesses again are we?" (To which I have to respond, "Well I guess not..." to keep the peace.) Just very combative and basically leaving me to be the tour guide/cheerleader. So we get in line to meet Jasmine - my son doesn't want to but DD does, so DS and DH stand off to the side. I'm juggling autograph books and pens that we put in a ziplock bag and DH is just standing there mad because....the weather, I guess. And then I drop the ziplock because I only have two hands and other stuff in it gets wet in a puddle. DH, who, remember, is standing right there, starts getting angry with me because I dropped it and didn't IMMEDIATELY pick it up. Meanwhile, I'm trying to stay calm so DD has a lovely experience meeting Jasmine (who you could tell didn't want to be there.) Awesome.
So we're done with that and we head off to a corner and DH is all, "Ugh, now where are going?" And I just couldn't take it anymore. I don't remember exactly what I said (yelled?), but it was something like, "You know what? I'm done. Let's just go back to the hotel. I don't want to be here anymore." And I started crying because I was so frustrated. So we move to the tunnel in-between Fantasy and Frontier Lands and out of the rain and he gives the kids a snack and has me drink water and then lets me vent and cry (which I did, quietly). He held me, apologized, and had the kids apologize and after that we were able to return to being a Happy Disney Family. Third day curse indeed!