We finally did it this year! We planned for almost a year for our first family trip to Disney World! For months I day dreamed about watching our nine year old daughter and seven year old son experiencing the magic that is Disney. I just couldn't wait to share this magical experience as a family (cue the whimsical music). REALITY CHECK... YOU WILL LOSE YOUR S**T at Disney. Don't get me wrong. It REALLY IS a magical experience to take your family to Disney, but you will lose it.
Day one at the park was Father's Day, so as you can imagine it was even more crowded than usual. We were up and at 'em early and ready to get to our first full day at Magic Kingdom. We walked in and started our way down Main Street, U.S.A., and I got the warm fuzzies that I had been dreaming about. I looked at my kids and fought back tears. The wonder and amazement on their faces was priceless. We stopped and got our picture taken as a family and headed to Tomorrowland for the rope drop. The warm fuzzies were soon washed away by the obscene amount of sweat coming from my body. I was still positive, and then my son started in on how hot it was. The park wasn't even technically open yet, and he was ready to go. I stood and blocked the sun from him for the next thirty minutes until rope drop time. Then it was a mad dash to Space Mountain!
My husband insisted that our son would love it. It would be his first ride at Disney, and he would remember it forever. I thought otherwise, but he was hearing none of it. I sent them on their way and headed to the end of the ride to meet them. Five minutes later their car came around the corner, and I saw my son's terrified face. My husband tried, unsuccessfully, to give him a high-five, as he ran to me crying. Great start to the day. I didn't want to say I told you so to my husband, but I did.
As the day continued, the kids really were troopers in the heat. Parents of screaming children were walking by each other giving looks of both desperation and support to one another as if they were saying, "I feel your pain!" Every time I saw a parent losing their s**t, I wanted to walk over and give them a high-five. I felt their pain, and they felt mine.
The buses back to the resorts at the end of a long day at the park are a sight to behold. Kids are crying, everyone stinks, and parents are toting bags full of souvenirs that they have been threatening to take away from their kids all day long. On one particular night I had to hold back laughter as the man next to me yelled out at his son, "I don't want to sit by you either!"
We walked like zombies back to our room and got ready for bed. Our first day at the park was full of ups and downs. Little arguments, and heart-warming moments. I ended the day both physically and mentally exhausted, but as I looked over at my kids clutching their Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse stuffed animals, my heart was so full. It was almost as if pixie dust was sprinkled over me (cliche, I know), and I forgot all of the frustrations of the day, and I couldn't wait to wake up the next morning and do it all over again.
Day one at the park was Father's Day, so as you can imagine it was even more crowded than usual. We were up and at 'em early and ready to get to our first full day at Magic Kingdom. We walked in and started our way down Main Street, U.S.A., and I got the warm fuzzies that I had been dreaming about. I looked at my kids and fought back tears. The wonder and amazement on their faces was priceless. We stopped and got our picture taken as a family and headed to Tomorrowland for the rope drop. The warm fuzzies were soon washed away by the obscene amount of sweat coming from my body. I was still positive, and then my son started in on how hot it was. The park wasn't even technically open yet, and he was ready to go. I stood and blocked the sun from him for the next thirty minutes until rope drop time. Then it was a mad dash to Space Mountain!
My husband insisted that our son would love it. It would be his first ride at Disney, and he would remember it forever. I thought otherwise, but he was hearing none of it. I sent them on their way and headed to the end of the ride to meet them. Five minutes later their car came around the corner, and I saw my son's terrified face. My husband tried, unsuccessfully, to give him a high-five, as he ran to me crying. Great start to the day. I didn't want to say I told you so to my husband, but I did.
As the day continued, the kids really were troopers in the heat. Parents of screaming children were walking by each other giving looks of both desperation and support to one another as if they were saying, "I feel your pain!" Every time I saw a parent losing their s**t, I wanted to walk over and give them a high-five. I felt their pain, and they felt mine.
The buses back to the resorts at the end of a long day at the park are a sight to behold. Kids are crying, everyone stinks, and parents are toting bags full of souvenirs that they have been threatening to take away from their kids all day long. On one particular night I had to hold back laughter as the man next to me yelled out at his son, "I don't want to sit by you either!"
We walked like zombies back to our room and got ready for bed. Our first day at the park was full of ups and downs. Little arguments, and heart-warming moments. I ended the day both physically and mentally exhausted, but as I looked over at my kids clutching their Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse stuffed animals, my heart was so full. It was almost as if pixie dust was sprinkled over me (cliche, I know), and I forgot all of the frustrations of the day, and I couldn't wait to wake up the next morning and do it all over again.
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