|The Watergate Hotel|
|The Disney Contemporary Resort - but that easily could be the Potomac.|
So, our adventures began before we even left home on Saturday. On Friday, the Girl woke up and the glands in her neck were so swollen that she looked like a bullfrog. The K juggled his schedule and took the Baby to school and I shuttled the Girl over to the doctor. The good news: not mono, because that would have sucked. The bad news: tonsillitis. The other bad news, I hadn't packed anything yet and I was chaperoning a walking field trip for the Boy's class at noon. Mom stayed with the Girl and I helped walk the Boy and his class to a local retirement home where the kids sang and gave out valentine lollipops to the residents. One lady toddled after our group and said, "take me with you, don't leave me here with these old people." We left her there. Sorry lady, after a few minutes you'd be saying the same thing about being left with a bunch of seven-year-olds
|Like this guy who spent too long with a baby and turned into an evil clown.|
This same thing happened to my friend's uncle.
After the Baby and the Boy got home from school, I dragged the kids to the service station to get the oil changed in the swagger wagon. Then I finally got around to packing. By about 9:00 pm I thought I was in decent shape until I started texting with my friend Robin, whose family was also going to Disney.
Here is the ultimate packing list courtesy of Mousesavers, a Disney deal website. If you don't feel like looking at the two-page list full of stuff, let me just share with you some items on the list: frisbee, walkie-talkies, moleskin, foot spray, evening wear, mister fan and extra batteries, and a neck lanyard. I have never used any of these items in my regular life, but at 9:00 pm the night before leaving for the trip I seriously started panicking that the Disney gurus knew better than I did and that I would have a desperate need for a mister fan and not have one. The joke about Mom is only that she is very, very organized about travel and would not only use a list like the ultimate packing list, but she could write one. This is why I am sure that she must have researched Disney before my childhood trip to the Park and there must have been a deliberate strategy to go on the shitty rides.
But, gosh if we didn't actually leave at about 10:30 Saturday morning, deciding that we'd make a go of it even without walkie-talkies. The Girl was feeling better, so, yay! Here's the thing about the drive on I-75 from Atlanta to Orlando: from slightly south of Atlanta until just south of the Florida border, you see many, many billboards advertising adult bookstores, "massage" parlors which "welcome truckers," and "Strippers...Need we say more?" I was happy that the Girl and the Boy were engrossed in their iPad games so that I didn't have to answer any questions. Then, you drive a little ways into Florida and the billboards change to very religious and specifically, anti-abortion. The whole thing struck me as internally inconsistent. Florida needs to get more on-message and decide whether it wants to be a den of sin or part of the Bible belt, because right now it just seems confused.
I won't bore you with the details of the trip because if you have kids you know what it's like to drive for "6 hours and 34 minutes" aka 8 hours with children. If you don't have kids and are thinking about having them, I don't want to dissuade you. If you don't want to have children, it will only confirm your beliefs about traveling with children. When we finally got to our hotel room it was close to 7:00 pm, at which point like lunatics, we decided to hit Epcot for dinner and the 9:00 fireworks display. Because? Who the hell knows? It seemed like a fun way to get things started.
|At the Electric Umbrella|
So, tomorrow we get to the good stuff: Tomorrowland and Fantasyland at the Magic Kingdom! Woo-hoo!