Disney World: We went, we saw, we were conquered on a daily basis. Our trip started out with a bang while I waited in the car, with all 3 of my children and Shuggie with ALL of our stuff while my husband PACKED a freakin‘ bag. I am totally and 100% serious. We have been planning this trip for months and in the time it took for me to pack myself AND three kids for an entire week, including snacks, water and sunscreen for the entire family- my husband packed exactly nothing. NOT ONE THING.
He has a very complicated “baggie” system. He likes to try to pack all of his stuff into 2 gallon size Ziploc bags. I finally told him not to ask me for anything in Disney World if it didn’t come out of one of his bags not a granola bar, an Advil, a band aid or sunscreen. All the things he can conveniently NOT pack because I do…love you, honey.
Before we even got out of the state Emma had thrown up in the car, which met with a very sympathetic- “Here we go again…” from Aubrey. So naturally, we stopped at Chick-Fil-A to get food for everyone else while we cleaned up Emma’s puke. This was the straw that finally slapped me in the face with the realization that Emma does, in fact, get carsick. We followed our food stop and detox with a quick trip to the store for Dramamine. Emma (almost 3) learned how to swallow a pill in the parking lot and slept the rest of the way there.
We did Disney-on-a-dime, so while we were ON the resort we weren’t “livin‘ it up” by any stretch of the imagination. ‘Smatter of fact Aubrey walked in the room, sniffed the bed and said, “This place stinks.” Welcome to the Happiest Place on Earth.