We've disucssed a lot of things on this here pre-trippie:
-resorts
-ADRs
-shoes
-flights
-trip binders
-shoes
-itineraries
-shoes
-bags
-shoes
But we haven't yet
really discussed one of my favoritest things in the whole wide World. And world.
Mornings at Disney.
By nature and habit, I'm an early riser. Work used to require that I be up by 3:50 a.m. so that I was on the 5:25 a.m. train into the city.
Trust me, I know EXACTLY how Susan Powter feels when she's screaming "Stop the insanity!"
Now I don't get up
quite so early any more, but I'm willing to bet I'm more than half-way to work before your alarm has awoken you from your sweet slumber. And I don't mind it. Although I'm not the cheeriest person to deal with (BF, in my head, is telling me this is the understatement of the century) pre-8 a.m. and a glass of OJ, I do pretty much enjoy being up with the birds. It's a quiet and peaceful time of day.
Missy is the yin to my yang. I often keep from calling her until well after noon on a Saturday, knowing it's her day to sleep in. Matter of fact, when she sent me picture mail this past weekend before 10:30 a.m., I immediately called her to make sure everything was ok. In essence, she's a sleeper-inner. Particularly on days when she's not working, i.e. weekends and vacation.
I was initially worried that this would lead to the committment of my inner park commando to a pretty mental health "hospital", complete with a white jacket that ties in the back and a new room with soft walls. UNTIL I reminded myself that I would be taking it slow this time around. Something I've NEVER done while in Disney, even on solo trips. I'm always go-go-go from the crack of dawn until the park closes.
And yes, I was in fact the person that you saw napping for six full circuits on the train around the MK that day. Seriously, who needs to return to the hotel for some nappage when there's a perfectly good moving vehicle available?
Quick OT aside - I was a good baby. My parents assure me so. As they assure everyone else so that said people understand the gravity meant when my parents then said, "And then there was Kyle." (My brother.) I cried when I was hungry, hurt or wet for an extended period. That's about it. I was a champion sleeper and a champion napper (the latter of which I wish was an Olympic event). Back in the day (which was a Wednesday, I might add - for all you Dane Cook fans out there!) when I was just the cutest lil' thang you e'er did see, my parents had no money. NONE. $0. And so instead of going out to places that cost money, after dinner most nights, they'd just go for a ride around the city or to one of the nearby towns or to Newport (they still do this to this day). They'd just drive, with me all snapped in and snuggled in the back seat. THIS is how to ensure that your child, as an adult, will fall asleep when a passenger in ANY moving vehicle for more than 8 minutes. So back to the story at hand...
Wow. That was a diversion from a diversion from the whole point of this post.
I even amaze myself sometimes.
Anywho...
So, in the past, whilst enjoying Where the Magic Lives, I have been an early riser and a napper. Said naps were not just limited to the MK train. No, no, my friends. I've fallen asleep on/in:
-the PeopleMover (NOTTC)
-the Caroussel of Progress (and I honestly DO love this attraction)
-a little blue car that has "rotated backwards for my descent back to Earth" on SSE
-the Hall of Presidents
-the American Adventure
-the Living Seas pre-show...ok, I never
actually fell asleep here but that soothing music was always singing to me "Naaaaap, Nikki. Naaaaap."
However, I haven't scheduled in much napping time for this trip since we likely won't be doing rope drop at the parks and have a whole "relaxing" day planned.
But that will not stop me from waking up, ready to start the day, sometime between 5 a.m. and 7 a.m. Missy, I imagine, will not really be rousable until sometime after 8 a.m.
Ahem. Excuse me for a minute while I stuff the commando beast back into her cage.
Ahem. Where were we?
So, that begs the question - what will Tink do with herself with all of that early morning time?
I tend to prefer to shower at night when I get in from the parks, so the "grooming" factor will be down. Plus, I don't want to be doing anything in the room that will disturb Missy. Which means something outside the room. I've spent the past few days thinking about this and have come up with a very loose "wish list" of ideas for some morning ME time:
-early morning, empty resort picture-taking
-walks by the beach and perhaps on the paths to SOG (looking for hucifer's elusive alligators) and the GF (pondering how I am the only person on the planet who has no desire to stay there)
-some early a.m. hammock time with a book or my iPod
-finding a quiet and fairly private spot to do some exercises (while I know we can access the GF health club being Poly guests, I'd rather not spend any of this vaca in a gym). I have even noted some in my WW and SHAPE magazines that don't look
too crazy to do in public
-spending some quality time with an extra serving (or six) or Tonga Toast and coffee from Cap'n Cooks
-depending on the hour, taking a solo spin around on the monorail and maybe exploring the Contemporary
or
who knows? Maybe I'll surprise myself and be able to sleep in!
But I'm not holding my breath.
All I know is that I'm looking forward specifically to these mornings, before the craziness of the day, almost as much as I'm looking forward to the trip itself. There is nothing quite like the feel of the "Disney" air pre-7 a.m. The sky is a mixture of pale blue, lavender and coral and the World (and world) is a little quieter.