Ever since we got back from Disneyworld in April, we’ve wanted to go back. We knew it would be a long shot to make happen, as it was incredibly expensive even with help, but who DOESN’T want to go and see the mouse and watch the magic and amazement on your childrens faces as the experience it for the first time?
Along with the memories of fun we had, we also made many memories with my aunt- and it was her first and only time ever meeting my boys. Even weeks before her passing, we started tossing around the idea of going back and seeing her again, because we knew how much the boys enjoyed her company, and how much she loved being around them even for the short time we got to spend with her.
When she passed, the bottom dropped out. Why go back if she can’t be there with us? Won’t it just be pouring salt in a very new wound? Tearing off a scab that has just barely formed?
And then I realized she would never want me to look at it that way. She would WANT us to go back, would want the boys to have another amazing and magical time even if she couldn’t be there. Even if we couldn’t have here there with us, we could go and remember all the memories we made with her. We could go in TRIBUTE to her.
Not long before her passing I received mail from Disney, as if it was meant to be, offering 30-35% off of our stay if we book before the end of this month. That’s a LOT of damn money to take off the top (even if the remainder would still be painful). And I want to make it happen.
TWO disney trips in under 365 days? Who the hell am I kidding? Can we actually do this again? Isn’t it being a little greedy?
It would be our last family trip before Holden starts elementary school next fall, and the last time we can ever go in what is considered “off-peak” season. It would be perfect, IF we can make it work financially.
It would be SO much fun… but then all those crazy moments pop into my head and how fucking tough it was with two ornery and exhausted children to tote around for however many days we stayed.
Two kids on a flight, one of whom sits in a lap and does NOT want to sit in a lap? The other who screamed for 20 minutes because his ears wouldn’t pop, and all the ugly looks we got from those sitting near us?
Even with the meal plan, you still have to tip- and when your comped meal comes out to $120, a tip is still a painful pill to swallow, and that is every.single.night.
I still can’t look at a pot-sticker the same way since our last night at Disney and the vomiting the preceded from Holden into the wee hours of the morning, and even covered himself (and our rental stroller) in it INSIDE the park. The maintenance workers were none too pleased with us that day, and neither of us could eat lunch and could hardly stomach dinner. What did the front desk woman say when I called to tell her the room was covered in vomit? “Have a magical day”- Bitch. Puke is not magical.
The fact that my right leg swelled up to twice its normal size and my entire body broke out in a rash thanks to the heat reflecting off of the concrete at Epcot, making it so I could hardly walk. It’s not good to not be able to walk at Disney, when it’s ALL you’re supposed to be able to do.
Feeling like my feet were going to fall the fuck off every single day and having nearly an orgasmic reaction when I finally got to take my shoes off… ok, that one might not be so bad.
The 2 hour fit Holden threw over not being able to wear socks (YES, SOCKS) one day and having his face look like it was melting in nearly every single photo.
The lack of naps and insurgence of tantrums. Take a child out into the heat for 12 hours a day and don’t force them into submission and you are bound to pay a lofty price.
Even with all of that, i’d really be a bitch to complain. We had 5 amazing nights and 6 amazing days in the most magical fucking place on earth, and i’d be selfish bitch to not be thanking the heavens for such an opportunity… which is why I am not praying to the heavens to let us go back.
Fingers crossed, because if the price is right, i’m booking that bitch and RUNNING.
@wildblueME I just don't tell them what I'm making anymore
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Y'know what's awesome? I don't even have to waste time trying new recipes because my kids will tell me they hate it before I start cooking.
@Julieannefiu I still sing WRAPPED UP LIKE A DOUCHE. I think they're lying about the "real" lyrics
I sang SO many embarrassingly wrong song lyrics with such confidence. pic.twitter.com/Ww5TaAxY3r
@AndreaPerez0217 Not that I'm biased, but I highly recommend ;) Hope you enjoy!
Parenthood: you think it's gonna be all hugs & booboo kisses, but it's really cooking food everyone hates & scraping boogers off of walls.