I have this rule. It's actually not my rule, it's an old State Department saying, but it really is a very good rule. "Don't believe anything until you have tickets in hand."
(This rule stems from all the times we've had various assignments which were pulled before we ever got close to going. This has happened to me a few times already. I know of at least one family who has altered the rule to "Don't believe anything until YOU ARE IN THE AIR ON YOUR WAY", because apparently their assignment was pulled before the plane even took off.)
This is why I don't really get excited about things that are in the works. I never actually believe I'm going until the wheels are actually in motion: i.e., I have tickets in hand. No tickets, no excitement. It's easier that way, even if it does seem to disappoint everyone around me. I don't think I started getting excited about Egypt until we were actually packing out.
So I think I'm to be a little bit forgiven if I'm only getting excited about the trip to Disney World now
, because today, Bill and his dad bought the park tickets. Okay, granted, we've had the flight tickets and the resort reservations for ages
, but it's only with actually having the tickets that I felt good enough to register for the associated apps and FastPass+ thingies and all the rest, and Noel has been researching Harry Potter tickets and we're trying to determine if $170 for a hotel reservation is worth an extra hour in the park. (At the moment, we are leaning toward no, though I'm sure we'd use it and be happy for it - it's just a bit too much and we're probably already going to spend that on stuff, and it's only the two of us, we don't mind standing in line. Ooo, maybe we should bring the Harry Potter Uno cards, and get a few games going while we wait. Worked for the last movie, anyway.)
(I also have not made any FastPass reservations, because it seems like such a chancy thing to do with Andrew, who is absolutely going to have his own agenda, and I have no idea what it's going to be. For all I know, we're going to spend the entirety of the first day riding the train in circles around the park.)
(FastPass+ seems like it would be an easier thing to manage if you aren't also dealing with the variable moods of an over-excited 4-year-old.)
(I suppose I could make reservations just for me, to ride on the roller coasters, but that doesn't seem to be in the spirit of things. "Toodles, everyone, I'm leaving you all to stand in line for the thousandth time at Dumbo so I can get on Space Mountain lickety split. BYYEEEEEE.")
(I do love me some Space Mountain.)
Andrew has now gotten wind of the Disney adventure. He did know, sort of, that we were going, because we've mentioned it once or twice, but I don't think he really thought about it until today when he was informed (and I honestly can't remember which adult said it, so I don't know who to blame) that Daddy and Grandpa were going to buy tickets for Disney World, and when he heard that...
, well, he sat right down on the lawn and watched them drive away, and was still sitting there five minutes later when I realized that he was waiting for them to come back
so we could all go to Disney World together.
(We are not going for two weeks.)
And then - and this one is all my fault - I pointed out that we can't go to Disney World today because Disney World is in Florida and we are in Virginia, and we'd have to take a plane. So now Andrew is all excited because we get to take a plane
to Disney World (this just gets better and better for him, doesn't it?) and at bedtime, he had to double-check the list of people going. Andrew:
I get on the plane?Me:
Momma get on the plane?Me:
Daddy get on the plane?Me:
Grandpa get on the plane?Me:
He's going on a different plane, but he'll meet us there.Andrew:
Cleo get on the plane?Me:
Yes, poor Cleo. But Auntie Noel will be on a different plane, and she'll meet us there. And you can bring your Bunny.Andrew: Trunki
get on the plane?Me:
Well, would you rather have Trunki, or your rolling suitcase?Andrew:
*eyes go all wide with anticipation and excitement* Rolling suitcase on the plane
I'd say the likelihood of me spending the next two weeks with an Andrew desperate to get on the plane and get to Disney World is 99.99%. I wouldn't lay odds against it, I'll say that much. Somehow all activities pale in comparison to Disney World and the prospect of a rolling suitcase on a plane.
That said...I'm kind of looking forward to this trip. I mean, I still think it's going to be something of a hot mess, in terms of Andrew's ability to not go completely haywire at any given moment, but he's been remarkably good at Busch Gardens, even when we had a half hour wait for one of the rides he really likes, so I'm hoping that'll translate from Grover to Mickey.
And besides, one day, I'm going to be living it up in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, which is just going to be cool
. Well, hot
, seeing as it's Florida in June, but you know what I mean. (If it were literally cool, I could wear my Ravenclaw sweater. At the moment, I'm kind of thinking "no" for that bit of costuming.)