magic

The week turned out to be pretty good. Having to work for only 4 of the 7 days contributed to the fabulousness, but so too did the Pea. She was particularly well behaved and neither of us ended up a puddle of tears on the floor, as is usually the case at least once a week. We are in full swing planning our next Disney vacation and I allow one video (who knew youtube had videos of the parades and shows? not I, until I was desperate to find ANYTHING Disney to bribe her with on a particularly difficult night, many moons ago) each night that she behaves and gets ready for bed on her own without too much trouble. We have been immersed in Disney magic every night.

I went 36 years without a single trip to Disney World (other than a ridiculous night on Paradise Island in Downtown Disney back in the day...oh to be young and hot again, and have the energy to dance all night *big sigh*). I was so excited I was pinging, and upon arriving in "the World" last year, to celebrate the Pea's birthday, I became an addict, it was everything I had built it up to be, and more. Turns out, Magic is worse than heroin. I can't get enough. I think I was home a week when I booked our trip for this year. As we are approaching the 6 month out mark, and can soon book our dining reservations, the planning is in full swing. See, and just one short year ago I knew NOTHING of this, in order to get the "good" dinners (those with characters and such) you have to book SIX MONTHS OUT...yeah, you read it right, SIX MONTHS. I don't know what I want for breakfast tomorrow, much less in December, but because I will not have my baby girl denied the opportunity to dine with the princesses, my usually lazy (and tired) ass will be signing on at 6a.m. the morning of the 180th day out, to book us reservations. Yes, I am crazy...but you already knew that.

Well, in order to know where you want to eat on any given day, you must decide which park, and in order to decide which park there are all kinds of factors to take into consideration: whether or not they have certain shows or parades, whether or not there are extra hours, historical crowds, etc, etc. I have a spreadsheet it is so damn complicated. It is a good thing my job requires so little brain power on a daily basis or I wouldn't have the reserves to keep my Disney shit together. I must admit, however, I love it...and just thinking about what we will do when, and what we will eat when, makes me smile. Again, it's like heroin, and I'm an addict. Smash is completely disgusted, she tried an intervention last year (as she and her family were along on my crazy spreadsheet carrying "fun filled" ride) but finally gave up and just decided instead to stop enabling. She declined (if I remember correctly her exact words were "f*&k no...no way, maybe a couple years from now") my offer to join us this year.

Now, I realize there are some who wing it, and it turns out fine, but those are people who don't mind standing in line, and also have the patience of Job, I am not one of those people. We waited on one line last year and I nearly LOST. MY. MIND. The Pea and I waited one hour to ride the Peter Pan thing because it was one of those "must do" rides and upon exiting I was PISSED. The line itself was absurd...I so wanted to just collapse, like all the two year olds were doing, and lay on the floor crying, but since the Pea was quietly standing and proceeding like a big girl, I didn't want to give her any ideas. Well, then the big hairy guy in front of us farted, and with no where to go (at least a hundred people in front of us, a million or so behind us, and no way in hell I was gonna lose our place in line as I was pretty sure I had been there at least a year) I had no choice but to just stand there and gag...on the bright side, HE was the one with the very good chance of shit in his pants, and as bad as it was for me, I wasn't the one who would have to deal with that later. Every time we got to where I was SURE we were next, another row of people appeared out of nowhere and were ushered in front of us (I later found out these were the smart people who took advantage of Fastpass...I am now one of those people). We finally, got to the front of the line, in the little car that will take us on the ride of all rides, the best ride EVER, the reason we have endured all we have, and we are off. FOUR MINUTES later we stumble out into the light. Never, again...I now have a rule...if the wait is more than 15 minutes, we don't need to do it. I can't imagine waiting for an hour to eat, or to shake hands with a character. NO F*&KING WAY. The magic fades when mama, or Pea, is pissed and hungry.

Speaking of pissed, the Pea is getting that way now, as I promised her a video before I started writing and it has taken me longer than the 30 seconds she was counting on. I better go and let her watch so we can both get some sleep. Tomorrow is National Doughnut Day, and anyone who knows me or the Pea knows, we likey our doughnuts...it is probably best we be well rested before we cram ourselves full of the little fried cakes, spin ourselves into a sugar rush tizzy, and then collapse into food comas. Enjoy your weekend, try to stay cool, and eat a doughnut, or three.