I’ve been so missing in action ’round these parts lately, and I don’t even know if I can pinpoint why! The back to school madness with parent nights, instrumental nights, more parent nights, after school activities starting plus family nonsense… has left me beat and done at the end of the day. Any words of wisdom out there? It’s all I can do to get through some days let alone sit and write a post!
But I thought I’d pop in today to tell you that I’m leaving again! Ha! Aren’t I just the sweetest?! We’re heading out bright and early tomorrow for Disney World and this here girl is pumped! I haven’t started packing yet, my list is still a mile long and the house is a wreck… but, I’m pumped!!
This will be our 3rd, and probably last time, to go to Disney. We went 5 years ago with my husband’s family and almost 3 years ago with my family. Can I just take a moment to say that I love my family dearly, but am not sure I’ll ever agree to do Disney with them again. I don’t even feel like counting right now, but I think there were about 56 of us all in one house.
(I think I’m related to every person in this photo. Except that lady in the orange shirt. No idea where she came from)
Oh but first we had to get to the house which wasn’t exactly a problem for every other vehicle that drove down. Every OTHER vehicle except ours, because we had my parents with us and ended up thinking my dad died in the minivan while my kids watched a movie in the backseat. Turns out, he’s still alive, but we had to spend 1.5 days at a hospital by VA Tech and I will forever hear my mom screaming “Mickey, come back to me! Mickey, I love you!”, while she slapped the top of his head. No, she wasn’t upset at Mickey Mouse, my dad’s name happens to be Mickey as well. So, yeah… we thought Mickey died on the way to Disney World. Fun times.
But we got there. At 1:00 a.m. to the rest of the family all standing in the middle of the front yard waiting for us (apparently my Mom enjoys sending navigational texts every 3 minutes to the entire family). There is no sweeter sound that hearing her cell phone beep with an incoming text at a rate of 4 texts/minute for hours on end. Hours. Hours in the car with her cell phone beeping and my dad trying to adjust his “curtain” at his window so he doesn’t get motion sickness. Yep, I love them. We got out of the car that night at 1:00 a.m. and I announced that there was not a chance these two were driving back with us at the end of the week. Go on and take a guess who they drove back with. Apparently sticking to my guns isn’t a strength of mine.
So what do you think, not too bad of a car ride, eh?? Except I forgot to mention that right before we left, my husband came home from an ice hockey game injured. The guy is the most laid-back guy you will ever meet and this is a no-contact league, so he never gets hurt. Except for the game right before he’s supposed to drive from PA to FL. So he pulls in right before midnight and announces that he tore a muscle in his shoulder and didn’t want to make me have to get the kids up so he drove himself home. In his stick shift car. With a torn muscle in his right shoulder. And then hit a deer on his way home.
So he goes to the doctor the next day who gives him exercises to do while we’re away, a sling to wear and an appointment for as soon as we return. Somehow in all this mess, we make it to Hollywood Studios to see one of the parades. The parade where the Army Guy from Toy Story sees my husband in the crowd and stands on top of the float with a microphone ordering him to do 5 push-ups in the street. My husband indicates his shoulder (b/c the guy had naturally removed his sling by this point.), to which the Army Guy replies, “OH what you’re hurt?! Then 5 one-armed push-ups!”. (psst, he’s a bit out of shape and had to use both arms!)
So this trip it will be just the four of us. We will definitely miss this…
And we’re hoping for not a lot of this,
And one little boy is wishing for lots of these. I believe his actual comment was, “All my meat dreams come true”. You know, all those meat dreams you have.
Moral of the story: we’re flying this time.