|Disney for the last time (I think)
||[Aug. 1st, 2010|08:17 pm]
Last day of vacation has not ended auspiciously. Went to the grocery store and when we came out the starter motor on the car was kaput - not even a murmur of turning over. So we had to walk home with groceries. Tomorrow I will have to have the car towed. Welcome back to real life.|
A few final reflections on Disney: my original plan was taking it easy, a lot of time having drinks by the swimming pool, feet up, relaxing. Instead? We were in the parks every day but the day we left. We had drinks by the pool on the first night only, and swam in the pool only one other evening.
It was great getting to spend time with the nieces and nephew (many girls in this family). The oldest is 12, the youngest is 3, the rest spread out pretty evenly, so it was a lot of different interactions. But the danger of running around in overflowing parks with 6 young children is in keeping track of them. Keeping track of them AND keeping track of their parents. We were all in Hollywood Studios and going into MuppetVision 3D. Ferrett's mom and his sister June stopped outside and yelled to us that they were skipping it to get something to drink. When we came out the other side, we all decided that keeping 15 people together was just too much and it was time to break up: Sue and Adam with their kids, Pete and Judy with their grandkids, Ferrett and me by ourselves.
At which point 10-year-old Amanda tremulously piped up. "What about Morgan and me?"
Um, oh yeah. Thought your dad was with us. Oops.
We had a few incidents of having to call parents and let them know we had one of their kids, but the most amusing was that at least three times I reached back in a crowd and took hold of a small hand only to realize that the child to whom it belonged didn't belong with us. Fortunately, I never got more than a step with any of them, and all of the parents took it in good humor.
And Ferrett's mom, Pat, is a great roommate. She is funny and patient and flexible, all of which are required when three adults are occupying 175 square feet and sharing a bathroom. Some nights going to bed felt a bit like a slumber party, where we kept talking about the day's events until one of us was grownup enough to call for lights out. I would happily share living space with her because she is completely awesome - and I know how lucky I am to be able to say that about a mother-in-law!
It was hot and muggy, and my feet and back hurt for much of the time. But it was a great trip.