My meltdown story is a little off topic but it does have a Disney connection. My DD, her DH and our DGD were going on
DCL to Alaska. The day before I am finishing up my packing and getting my documents together. I look all over for my Passport and I can't find it. It had been in the bedroom on a counter. I ask my husband if he knew where it was. He looks in the safe and No not there. I am getting more and more upset. I call my daughter in tears. I can't go. I lost my Passport. She says don't panic. TOO LATE. Fifteen minutes later they are at my front door. I am even more upset. I told my husband :you did this on purpose because you aren't going." He just laugheed at my tantrum.
My daughter comes in the bedroom says we are going to fing that Passport. She starts opening drawers and about the 3rd drawer she says "Here it is". It was in a drawe, sort of stuck to the side of the drawer.
I felt like a jerk but at least I appolgized and he does not hold it against me.
Now back to you normal programming.