So is stress and exhaustion. So I’m going to be honest with you here, and tell you what it’s really like to visit Walt Disney World as the mother of a 13 year-old and a 2 1/2 year-old, the wife of a man who doesn’t like crowds or schedules, the daughter of a man who needs schedules and a mother who cannot handle stress at all.
But don’t get me wrong! We all had an extraordinarily magical time, even through the stress. And some truly special bonds were strengthened during the week.
Now, having said all that, I’ll save you the trouble of reading about our Disney adventures and misadventures all at one time. What I’ll do is tell you each day’s story, one at a time. Some are cute and endearing. Others are OMG!-type moments. To be sure, we had a great time, but it’s not all fairies and pixie dust.
Our tale begins with trying to pack for four people, two of which are completely in the dark about what is going on to the point of not even knowing we're going somewhere. Now, of course, Bug wouldn't really have understood, but as is the fashion with 2-year olds he has a tendency to be a parrot. Nuff said.
We did the big "reveal" at the airport, but it was a bit disappointing. Maybe the excitement and confusion of being at the airport diffused the "We're going to Walt Disney World!" spiel. Tommy just sat there, emotionless.
|Mom & Dad in WDW t-shirts|
|Bug in his CARES restraint|
|Bay Lake Tower|
But Bug loved the monorail ride. He was enthralled with watching out the window as we rode along, hitting every single stop because Magic Kingdom is the stop right before the Contemporary. We later found out that it was a 7-minute walk from Bay Lake Tower to the Magic Kingdom, and only took the monorail “home.”
Upon entering, we bought the boys autograph books, and I got a hat. By this point, my dear, sweet husband had been without a cigarette for approximately ten hours. Bug was yet without a nap after having been woken up at 4:30 in the morning. So some of us were a little edgy.
|Mad Tea Party|
Alice and the White Rabbit were standing near the exit when we got off, but the line was ridiculous. Personally, they just weren’t worth the wait in the heat with nerves already beginning to fray. I should point out, however, that the wait time for the ride was posted as 25 minutes, but we only waited 10-15.
|Magic Kingdom view from our balcony|
|Sunrise from our balcony|
|Tommy at Hoop-Dee-Doo Revue|
It had rained while we were at dinner, and was still raining when we came out. Of course we left our ponchos in the room under the stroller because we took the boat to Fort Wilderness. By the time we got back to our dock, the rain had stopped, but we were soaked. Well, everyone but me. For some reason, I was able to walk--or run--between the raindrops and was only slightly wet. Bug thought it was a great adventure.
When bedtime rolled around. . .Okay, let’s be honest, bedtime was long past, and we were all beyond exhausted. Bug had been up for 17 hours, and Tom had gone 16 hours without a cigarette. The rest of us had to deal with that along with our own burnout. When Daddy put Bug in his crib--we rented one from A Baby's Best Friend--he laid down and didn't move all night. I’m betting no one else moved much either.