I usually spot your kind in others--in dads who love electronic gadgets and gaming devices, in seniors whose eyes sparkle at the sight of candy, and grownups who take family games more seriously than the owners of said games. It was quite ironic to see that spectacle turned at myself.
Here are two truths and a lie:
1. We went on vacation with my SIL's family last week.
2. Dear Husband drove three kiddos to Orlando.
3. I was not one of the kiddos.
Here are the #TopTen ways in which I reverted to a kid on vacation:
10. The drive. Yes,
9. The Meals. This part was a true vacation for the mama in me. I didn't have to be responsible for any of our meals. I was wide-eyed and excited about every upcoming meal--like a kid--because I DIDN'T HAVE TO MAKE IT. DH even cooked breakfast every morning for us. Lucky me. #ICanGetUsedToThis
8. The Rides: part 1. Our last visit to Orlando was during the single worst week of the year. The parks were so full they were CLOSED to new visitors at midday. DH woke Dear Daughter up at 6:30 AM in order to get into The Wizarding World of Harry Potter. So, this was the first time I got to experience the glory of Harry Potter world. With NO LINES! Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey was my very first ride of the vacation, and it knocked me out of the ball park. I'm not a roller coaster kind of gal, but this sort of stay-on-the-ground-but-feel-like-you're-coasting ride is perfect. I get the thrill without the ill. Subsequently, the Spider-Man and Transformer rides were similar but less "flighty" that even Dear Son enjoyed them very much. We all agreed that the Despicable Me Minion Mayhem ride tops as one of our favorites. Who was the kid of our family that reached out to grab the banana on the 3-D ride? #Me
7. The Rides: part 2. And then there were rides that have height requirements. In which case my kid-at-heart status trumps my height. #NoThankYou
6. The Concessions. DH can attest to the fact that I get more excited about concession stand foods than my own kiddos. He bought the refillable souvenir popcorn bucket. For me. And for the record, I was gracious enough to share some with my kiddos. Oh, and the BUTTERBEER! I had to go back for seconds. The frozen variety rocks. #Cheers
5. The Souvenirs. I normally try to be an adult and skip the souvenirs since they are completely EXORBITANT, but this time I gave in to two. (Even DH got a Muggle shirt!) #GoForBrokeOnVacay
4. The Bath. Ask me how many times a year my kiddos beg to take baths and I'll tell you how many times a year I pretend to forget those requests. Our timeshare had something special in the bathroom: something about water from the ceiling. Each of my unit mates had a chance to take a bath during vacation. Now ask me how many baths I took. #Ahhhhhh
3. The Memories. "Remember that time when..." "Sorta." "Or that time when..." "Um, kinda." I'm the most forgetful person I know. Which is why DH thinks it's great to take me on vacations: he says he can keep doing the same things each time because I don't remember anything. #He'sRight
Me (to DH): Do you still want to have your favorite fish and chips for lunch?
DH (looking shocked, to the fish): You didn't hear that! (To me): SHHH! They can hear you!
1. The Rude Awakening. After a week of warm weather, we came home to a snow storm. The hubs and the kiddos braved the cold and went to work and school on Monday. I, the biggest wimp, took the day off. Even my own kiddos are more grownup than I am. #BackToLifeBackToReality
So, Dear Kid-at-Heart, what better time to be you than on vacation? I felt like a kid again and enjoyed the magic of vacation fun. Unfortunately for DH, he had to tote around an extra kid and do all the driving because, like a kid, I'm completely useless when it comes to driving (long distances). Thank goodness he doesn't mind my uselessness.
At T minus 13 days to Christmas, I have nothing resembling the holidays in my house. I'm blaming it on this vacation. Maybe if I remain a kid, Santa will do his magic and help me out this year?