marcyleecorgan
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Feb 12, 2017
Link to Pre-Trip Report: https://www.disboards.com/threads/getting-my-disney-tantrum-on-ptr-jan12-19-2017.3584865/
Part One:
Countdown: January 12, 2017: LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAVINNNNN ON A JEEEEEEEEET PLANE at 9AM:
So we chose not to surprise the small person - she doesn't deal with transitions well, much like her mother. We didn't really show her many videos, we just told her, "Disney World for your birthday" and left it vague. But nonetheless she was bouncing off the walls, excited about everything! For almost two weeks I had to put up with constant exhilaration.... but now, it's the morning of the flight.
It's six something in the morning. None of us are morning people. So we're pacing around the dark kitchen, luggage piled around us, waiting for the taxi-cab, peeking out the windows every 0.2 seconds. I think there's already a bruise on my leg from the number of times I've bashed into a suitcase. Taxi rolls up just as we are calling the dispatch office to find out why they are late. Taxi delivers us in record time to airport. DH realizes... he left his CPAP in the kitchen.
Panic ensues . DH leaves us in the airport with all the luggage and passports, running out for a second taxi. Thankfully we live within 10 minutes of the airport, BUT rush hour has started now. I pace and whine and pace and whine and have an anxiety attack when DH finally re-appears, with mere minutes left in the "window" we built into travel time to allot for security. 45 minutes of toxic stress, whoo-hoo!
Through security, into concourse, get through all the duty-free shops... as soon as they announce the starting of boarding our flight, that's when my DD decides she MUST have the smoothie she proclaimed she earlier didn't want.
Okay we're all on the plane now, it's all good, we're trapped in a small metal cage with the 100+ odd others going to Orlando.... Direct flight from Westjet, this should only take 4.5-5 hours. I may have mentioned I have motion sickness issues. Okay well on flights they are extraordinarily special. What usually happens is that my nausea turns into indigestion and heartburn,which transforms into a special kind of acid reflux. All I can tell you is that it feels like some has jammed a knife into my heart and the pain is utterly non-endurable. I moan and cry until I pass out from my pain tolerance threshold.
Needless to say, air travel is not my favorite way to travel. I pop a Gravol in my mouth, gulp it down and read the packet. It says that it's "NEW! all natural" and that basically, I've just eaten overpriced ginger candy I could have grabbed at any Asian market. *sigh* When did they change this formula? this won't do, I need real DRUGS.
Okay the other part of the air travel I hate is the anxiety. Lots of people have this, so I won't go into much detail. Only that it takes every fiber of my self-control to not panic over the fact that once the engines turn on, there's no "slowing down, pulling over, waiting just a minute"... there is NO escape until Landing. And now the Gravol doesn't come with the extra chemical that turns you into a Zombie? Whaaat? How will I keep myself from driving the other passengers nut-ba-zoinkers over my inability to deal with being in an airplane?
Somehow the flight passes un-eventfully. I gasp in relief and begin to fret about how we make our Magical Express bus on time. I barely remember the Orlando international airport, except that DD was following instructions marvellously! We waited in a very short line and waited for our bus to arrive. When it did, we sat up front to watch the cartoons - I don't typically let DD "veg out" in front of screens, so this was all a novelty to her - a TV in a giant bus? WHOA! with no car seat to be squished into? Oh this vacation is truly magical all ready!
I check a peek at DH - he is checking Facebook on his phone AUUUUUUUUGH. I hope the palpable tension of delight and expectation is starting to creep into his mind.... I can feel how excited everyone is for this bus to get to WDW... Okay we countdown annnd we are now INSIDE THE BUBBLE! YES! I've been bouncing off the walls since we got on the airplane so it's nice to be able to channel that appropriately.
Now DH starts to look interested... he watches the roads, the traffic, the signs.... We are at Port Orleans French Quarter before one knows it... it's just at sunset and the trees all have rosy glows atop them, soft jazz music is snaking through the humid breeze, it smells of DISNEY... I could throw myself to the ground and sob in delight - except that might make quite the impression on the doorman! LOL
But first, before we're allowed to do anything, we have to call my mother and let her know we are here now, and that she can bring over all the non-perishable food and water she bought for us. She and her best friends from elementary school (My aunts, essentially) are staying off-resort somewhere - they plan on celebrating at Birthday Breakfast but can't stay any more than one day. we have the Standard Dining Plan but nobody has any idea how much food that is going to be yet.
So Mom brings us four collapsible box-bags of food. I have no clue how we would manage to eat it all. There were enough snacks for 3 Disney-going families! And Mom even thought we had a freezer in the room so she packed some frozen stuff. NO NOT THE MOVIE. Don't even mention that movie -we all hate it. Except the snowman. We like Olaf. Needless to say, after unpacking all the food, I didn't even want to eat anything or go to the pool or do anything. Socializing with three people, two of whom I haven't seen in over a decade and a half, was more the order of the night.
Okay, bedtime in a hotel time, it's getting past 10pm. Anyone who is a parent knows how fun this is, if you don't travel with your kids often. Lots of bed-jumping, lots of hushing, lots of empty threats... I mean there is not much you can threaten your child with, when you're at Disney, over 4000 kilometres away from home and a good place to Time Out. Finally after eleventy-twelve-niner questions about the red light over there (that's the A/C) and over there (that's the smoke detector) and over there (that's Daddy's CPAP) annnnnnnnnnnnd over there (that's the TV) and two potty trips and a desperate want to down a shot of gin (also thoughfully provided by Mom).... bedtime happened.
I hate alarms. So much that I usually wake up before them.
Up Next! The first visit to the Parks!
Part One:
Countdown: January 12, 2017: LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAVINNNNN ON A JEEEEEEEEET PLANE at 9AM:
So we chose not to surprise the small person - she doesn't deal with transitions well, much like her mother. We didn't really show her many videos, we just told her, "Disney World for your birthday" and left it vague. But nonetheless she was bouncing off the walls, excited about everything! For almost two weeks I had to put up with constant exhilaration.... but now, it's the morning of the flight.
It's six something in the morning. None of us are morning people. So we're pacing around the dark kitchen, luggage piled around us, waiting for the taxi-cab, peeking out the windows every 0.2 seconds. I think there's already a bruise on my leg from the number of times I've bashed into a suitcase. Taxi rolls up just as we are calling the dispatch office to find out why they are late. Taxi delivers us in record time to airport. DH realizes... he left his CPAP in the kitchen.
Panic ensues . DH leaves us in the airport with all the luggage and passports, running out for a second taxi. Thankfully we live within 10 minutes of the airport, BUT rush hour has started now. I pace and whine and pace and whine and have an anxiety attack when DH finally re-appears, with mere minutes left in the "window" we built into travel time to allot for security. 45 minutes of toxic stress, whoo-hoo!
Through security, into concourse, get through all the duty-free shops... as soon as they announce the starting of boarding our flight, that's when my DD decides she MUST have the smoothie she proclaimed she earlier didn't want.
Okay we're all on the plane now, it's all good, we're trapped in a small metal cage with the 100+ odd others going to Orlando.... Direct flight from Westjet, this should only take 4.5-5 hours. I may have mentioned I have motion sickness issues. Okay well on flights they are extraordinarily special. What usually happens is that my nausea turns into indigestion and heartburn,which transforms into a special kind of acid reflux. All I can tell you is that it feels like some has jammed a knife into my heart and the pain is utterly non-endurable. I moan and cry until I pass out from my pain tolerance threshold.
Needless to say, air travel is not my favorite way to travel. I pop a Gravol in my mouth, gulp it down and read the packet. It says that it's "NEW! all natural" and that basically, I've just eaten overpriced ginger candy I could have grabbed at any Asian market. *sigh* When did they change this formula? this won't do, I need real DRUGS.
Okay the other part of the air travel I hate is the anxiety. Lots of people have this, so I won't go into much detail. Only that it takes every fiber of my self-control to not panic over the fact that once the engines turn on, there's no "slowing down, pulling over, waiting just a minute"... there is NO escape until Landing. And now the Gravol doesn't come with the extra chemical that turns you into a Zombie? Whaaat? How will I keep myself from driving the other passengers nut-ba-zoinkers over my inability to deal with being in an airplane?
Somehow the flight passes un-eventfully. I gasp in relief and begin to fret about how we make our Magical Express bus on time. I barely remember the Orlando international airport, except that DD was following instructions marvellously! We waited in a very short line and waited for our bus to arrive. When it did, we sat up front to watch the cartoons - I don't typically let DD "veg out" in front of screens, so this was all a novelty to her - a TV in a giant bus? WHOA! with no car seat to be squished into? Oh this vacation is truly magical all ready!
I check a peek at DH - he is checking Facebook on his phone AUUUUUUUUGH. I hope the palpable tension of delight and expectation is starting to creep into his mind.... I can feel how excited everyone is for this bus to get to WDW... Okay we countdown annnd we are now INSIDE THE BUBBLE! YES! I've been bouncing off the walls since we got on the airplane so it's nice to be able to channel that appropriately.
Now DH starts to look interested... he watches the roads, the traffic, the signs.... We are at Port Orleans French Quarter before one knows it... it's just at sunset and the trees all have rosy glows atop them, soft jazz music is snaking through the humid breeze, it smells of DISNEY... I could throw myself to the ground and sob in delight - except that might make quite the impression on the doorman! LOL
But first, before we're allowed to do anything, we have to call my mother and let her know we are here now, and that she can bring over all the non-perishable food and water she bought for us. She and her best friends from elementary school (My aunts, essentially) are staying off-resort somewhere - they plan on celebrating at Birthday Breakfast but can't stay any more than one day. we have the Standard Dining Plan but nobody has any idea how much food that is going to be yet.
So Mom brings us four collapsible box-bags of food. I have no clue how we would manage to eat it all. There were enough snacks for 3 Disney-going families! And Mom even thought we had a freezer in the room so she packed some frozen stuff. NO NOT THE MOVIE. Don't even mention that movie -we all hate it. Except the snowman. We like Olaf. Needless to say, after unpacking all the food, I didn't even want to eat anything or go to the pool or do anything. Socializing with three people, two of whom I haven't seen in over a decade and a half, was more the order of the night.
Okay, bedtime in a hotel time, it's getting past 10pm. Anyone who is a parent knows how fun this is, if you don't travel with your kids often. Lots of bed-jumping, lots of hushing, lots of empty threats... I mean there is not much you can threaten your child with, when you're at Disney, over 4000 kilometres away from home and a good place to Time Out. Finally after eleventy-twelve-niner questions about the red light over there (that's the A/C) and over there (that's the smoke detector) and over there (that's Daddy's CPAP) annnnnnnnnnnnd over there (that's the TV) and two potty trips and a desperate want to down a shot of gin (also thoughfully provided by Mom).... bedtime happened.
I hate alarms. So much that I usually wake up before them.
Up Next! The first visit to the Parks!