Last year on day 3 (day 3 curse???!) I lost it on my son who was 15 at the time. The theme of the trip had become him questioning our every move and complaining about everything we did. Why were we doing this ride and not THAT ride. Why were we walking this way and not that way. Why we were eating here and not there. Why we were eating QS and not TS. Why were we eating TS and not QS. Why couldn’t we go to this park and not that park. This was for 3 days straight. He’s like this at home also but at WDW it was intense.
So we get to MK for PM EMH. I was soooooooooo excited about this. It was going to be open until 1 am. It was raining but it was going to die down. He was just going on and on about his hair and how the poncho and rain is going to mess up his hair. My son doesn’t have hair! He has a very close fade. He wanted to ride 7DMT but it was down due to the lightening. He couldn’t get over this. Well I want to ride it, why can’t we ride it, can we ride it now, why can’t we just wait in line, can we go back now and ride it. I’m watching the app and it’s still down. I had a FP for it!!!! We just needed for it to open.
He starts going on and on about the rain so I offer for him to go back to the room (Poly) and we will stay in MK. Nope, he didn’t want to do that. He just kept going on and on and FINALLY I snapped. I said LETS GO!!! My boyfriend and DD are like oh crap. We get in line for the monorail with 1000 other people fleeing the rain. We are packed like sardines. I made a few comments (not loudly) about how he can’t just relax and have fun. My son is still talking back under his breath because he has to get the last word. I kept telling him to be quiet but he had to keep making little snide remarks. Then I really snapped. I got really close to his face and I told him that he had one more comment to make and he would be on the next plane home as an unassisted minor and his dad would pick him up at the airport. I was so serious that I texted his father right there and looked up flights on Southwest. It had been THREE days of this and I had enough. He completely stopped talking after this and his eyes got huge. I didn’t hear a peep from him until the following day.
We dropped them off at the room, told them not to contact me unless someone was bleeding, dying or on fire and my boyfriend and I hit up Trader Sam’s. The next day it was like Jesus himself came down and gave me a new kid. He must’ve known I was serious, especially when his father texted him.