Not sure if I've already posted to this thread or not (okay went back and looked at when the thread was started....nope).
Worst Moment #1: May/June 2010
Make the rush at DHS to TSMM and stand in line to get FPs. It's just me and DD. Hubster is off riding RNRC and ToT and I have his ticket to get a FP for him as well. The plan is for me and DD (who was almost 3 at the time) to get FPs, me and DD ride TSMM, and then me and DD watch Disney Plyhouse Live, while Daddy gets all his thrills in on ToT and RNRC.
So DD and I are in the FP line, which is packed pretty deep. We are about 5th/6th in line for one particular machine when I noticed our line isn't moving as fast as the others. As we inch closer, I see that the FP machine for our line has gone down (DHS had just opened) and a poor CM, rather than stopping the line and telling us all to get in different lines, is busy taking each person's tickets (when it's their turn at the machine) and running over to other machines to get tickets. So we are inching closer with one person ahead of us, and DD snatches the tickets out of my hand. The person in front of me has 18 million tickets she's handing to the CM, so I am thankful that I have a
little time. I immediately ask DD for the tickets back, when a lady, two persons behind me yells at me to "snatch them out of her hand" Now mind you, it is not my turn yet, the person in front of me has 18 million tickets that the CM is scanning, and I JUST TOLD DD to give the tickets back.
Now I don't stand up for myself much, but being given that I had just asked for DD to give the tickets back AS SOON AS she took them out of my hand, I thought the lady was quite rediculous to tell me to snatch them out of her hand. So I turn around, and say to her "What do you think I am doing?" to which she replies "Well then, do it!" I turn to DD, who at this point is stepping backwards to play "keep away" from Mommy and I look up to see if it was our turn. The person in front of me was still there, as the CM was having issues with her tickets, so I was okay on time. I call out my DDs name in my stern voice and the loudmouth lady behind me starts going on and on about how I can't control my kid -- note all of this is occuring in seconds, and all I said was my DDs name to get her attention and have her come back closer to me.
So I turn and tell the lady that I am working on getting my tickets, and it really doesn't matter anyway, as the person in front of me has a ton of tickets and the CM is having issues, so I am not holding up the line. The lady continues to go off, and I just turn around, grab DD by the hand, who at this point told me she anted to give the tickets to the CM, and ignore loudmouth lady.
Finally, it's my turn, DD hands the tickets to the CM perfectly, as well as beginning to get upset by the lady ranting behind us, and we quickly get our tickets. The CM had overheard the exchange and was kinda
about the whole thing as I was, and decided to take her time getting our tickets (not really too long, but stretched things out). When I was handed my FPs and tickets back, that loudmouth lady says "FINALLY!" and that when I turn and say "Have a magical day!" (and I didn't mean the zip a dee do dah kind).
Worst Moment #2: July 2009
Stuff happened before the trip which left the hubster and I strained.
DD and I have a wonderful morning, as the hubster headed over to DHS (ugh here we go again) to ride RNRC and ToT. DD sleeps in, and plan to meet up with the hubster later in the morning at DHS and let DD watch Disney Playhouse Live. So all if fine and well. DD and I sleep in, get ready, take the bus to DHS (we were staying at SSR), meet up with Daddy, and have fun. For lunch we decide that since we don't spend much time at HS, we'd take the boat over to Epcot and have lucn over there. As we are leaving HS, I have a camera/Photopass question and pop in the camera store at HS. I tell the hubster to wait outside with DD and her stroller while I go in. For some reason, the hubster brings DD inside. A couple in front of me is buying a new digital camera and there's a bit of a wait. DD sees something in the camera shop she wants us to buy for her, and throws a huge fit over getting it. The hubster DOES NOTHING and lets her scream at ear deafening levels. I wait a few seconds to see if he's going to step in, but he does nothing. Finally, I realize that this is going to take awhile with the couple in front of me, so I walk out of the store and take DD with me. Hubster has not even realized I am gone. I wait outside with DD, meanwhile talking to her about how to behave, when finally the hubster walks out. I ask him why he continued to let her scream and he shruggs. We press on to Epcot.
We take the boat over to Epcot, decide on eating lunch at the CS Mexican place and all is well, or so I thought. At the end of the meal, the hubster decides to get a margarita, and DD (who was two at the time) doesn't understand why she can't have any and throws a major, throw down on the ground, kicking and screaming fit over the drink. Hubster sits back and sips the drink. I try to calm DD down, but she is having none of it, and people around us are looking. Hubster is just sitting back, relaxing, doing nothing, saying nothing. Finally, I have enough, and I pick DD up and walk out of the seating area to the find the closet bathroom. I really don't know where one is, and meanwhile I've got DD screaming, hitting, kicking, and biting me, so I head over to the only bathroom I do know, the area between Mexico and Norway, which with a screaming kid and people looking at you, is a very long walk.
I get over to the bathroom area and see that the women's room is closed for cleaning, and I remember the family restroom is available. I see a woman, standing near it, but far enough away to question if she is waiting. DD is on the ground once again screaming and I've got onlookers trying to help calm DD down (bless their hearts) when I ask the lady is she is waiting to use the restroom. She snaps at me "I AM NEXT!" and that's when I lose it.
I sit down on some curbing and just start crying. Now the onlooker that is trying to calm DD down is now at my side, patting my back, and I am seriously just wailing. I'm going on about how DD never acts like this, how my husband is not helping at all, just pouring my heart out. Meanwhile DD notices me crying, and stops. She comes up to me and gives me hugs and kisses and tells me not to cry, which again MAKES ME CRY as I found it to be so sweet and touching. DD apologizes for her behavior and tells me she was upset that she wanted some of Daddy's drink, but he wasn't sharing (amazing what happens when you tell your child from a young age to use her words....). I hug her, thank the lady who had tried to help us, and we take our turn in the restroom. Meanwhile, at this point, we've been gone for over 20 minutes, and hubster's curiosity is only peaked at where we are/why we have been gone.
I make it back to the restaurant, with a few comments from patrons to my DD that she looks much better than she did before, and the hubster asks why we were gone for so long. I am irked. We decide that since somethign is going on with DD we better not push the day and decide to head back to SSR for naps/rest.
You think our worst moment was over don't you. Nope, not even close. We leave Mexico, heading to the front of Epcot, when somewhere around Spaceship Earth DD decides she doesn;t want to ride in her stroller, and not only that, she wants to push it. At first I let her out, knowing that she'll want back in the stroller after a few steps, but then she puts in the push request. I figure, she'll see how hard it is to push the stroller being that she can't see, and it won't last long. She pushes, with me having one hand on the stroller to control steering, when the hubster starts griping about her running into things (i.e the curbing not people). Finally we get past the photoshop at Epcot and I decide DD needs to go back in the stroller. As I place her back in, we have fit #2.
I hurriedly make our way to the exit, and as we begin to walk to the bus area, DD decides that since she is not being "heard" she will ACT and leaps out of the stroller onto the pavement. Luckily she was not hurt, but she's planting her stance that she is not going anywhere unless she gets to push the stroller, and lies down ont he ground, in the middle of the walkway to the bus area of Epcot.
I am trying my best to get her to come over to the benches on the side of the walkway, but she is not listening and the hubster, once again, is doing nothing. A family we met earlier in the week at SSR walks by and tries to help us (their daughter had the same first name as ours which is not that common, we noticed them on the bus one morning). They try to help, but DD is having none of it. I finally get DD out of the way on the walkway, and sit on a bench while she tantrums, because there's nothing I can do. This is where the hubster begins harping that were going to miss the bus and have a looooooong wait for another, and pressing me to do something. So finally, I just snatch DD up of the ground and press on to the bus area for SSR, which you should know, is all the way across the parking lot from all of the other resort bus stops.
We arrive, the family tries again to entertain DD (my heart goes out to the big brother who was pulling out every trick -- he must be used to his sister's fits), but DD is obviously "in a mood" and the hubster is just not helping at all. The bus arrives, we get on, and before we even make it out of the Epcot parking lot, DD is asleep.
I really didn't get it. DD and I slept in that morning, spent little time at HS before heading to Epcot. I remember arriving at DHS at 10 a.m. and at this point it's 1:00, so I couldn't figure out why DD was so tired.
Meanwhile, we we arrived back at SSR, I tell the hubster that he is taking DD to the room for the rest of her nap (she was still alseep) and I was doing some "Mommy time" at Downtown Disney.
Later, when I arrived back at the resort, the hubster and DD were swimming at the pool, and I was refreshed after my shopping trip at DTD.
Now, when we visit Epcot I always stop and point out the bench that I sat on as well as the bathrooms between Mexico and Norway to DD. It's funny, because we will walk by the bench and I'll say "Let's say hello to ur bench" and DD will reply "That's where I was very bad, wasn't I Mommy?" and when we walk past the bathrooms, she'll say "That's where Mommy cried." Ahhhh, our little spots of memories.
That was the low point. 
When they finally gave me a ct scan, they confirmed that it was a 7-8 mm stone and THEN they gave me drugs and wanted to admit me to the hospital. I ended up getting released about 6 hours later. We missed SoA, but Disney refunded us the cost of the meal, which we had paid in advance. We managed to enjoy our last day at the MK with the help from massive amounts of ibuprofren, but I was moving pretty slow.
And somehow I was wearing most of it. 
And no, we never paid the slacker. They wisely never brought up payment and we certainly never offered. We pay our new attentive sitter $25/day, but we know our pets are well-cared for while we're gone.
