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Last night I brushed my teeth, then I ate an orange, then I flossed and went to bed...without brushing my teeth again! I am not sure what my two boys actually ate for dinner...it might have been a Twinkie. I know I didn't brush their teeth.
If this sort of crazy is not your cup of tea, please promise me you'll never, ever take two kids under three to Disneyland while pregnant.
Actually, this sort of thing isn't my cup of tea either. I almost died when I saw my sweet husband come out of the gas station with his "snack"of...whatever Twinkies are made from...for the boys.
Almost died.
But, I'm not dead. I am very much alive and I am back from three days at the "Happiest Place on Earth". I cried more during these three days than I have in months. However, I am alive.
Michelle from Graceful commented that I look like I am "full of life" when I posted my crazy eye picture. She is right, I am full of life. People that are full of life are also full of "feelings" (or as my husband likes to call them, "emotions").
These "feelings" were compounded by uncomfortable shoes and pregnancy hormones.
I may have sobbed uncontrollably one night because I missed the light show.
What?
I have no idea.
But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start at the beginning.
My in-laws gave the family very generous gift cards to Disneyland for a Christmas present. I planned on using them in 2015 or so. However, my niece had a birthday and everyone decided to go to Disneyland. Who was I to argue?
The night before we left, I had a panic attack. I don't like long lines, I don't like "Spectacle". I don't like carrying children in the sun. I don't like buying expensive cafeteria food. I don't like mice.
Derrick tried to soothe me, and he offered to buy me a Carmel apple when we got to Disneyland.
"I don't waaaaaant a Carmel apple!" I wailed.
"Okay, a chocolate Carmel apple!" he replied.
"NooooooO! It will be ten dollars! I don't want a chocolate Carmel apple that costs ten dollars! Whaaaaaa!"
Yes. This conversation really took place. And, I may have been crying hysterically.
I finally fell asleep after my husband gave me a small pep talk about having a good attitude, and not making it about me, and not being a scrooge.
Q woke us up at 6 a.m. ready to go. "I'm starving for Disneyland!" he yelled.
And by the morning light, with rest and a bag full of snacks and an ice-chest full of snacks, and my children in matching outfits, having studied maps and online "Tips for Disneyland with Toddlers", I was starving for Disneyland too.
I'll finish this series...I'm afraid it will be a rather revealing glimpse of my moody/needy/high maintenance self, but confession is good for the soul. Can we still be friends now that I've hinted at my general dislike for the big Mouse?
