I don’t even know how we made it happen. It started off as a half-joking invitation from one of my best friends who was planning to take her daughter (and Maxon’s dear friend) back to Disneyland as a last hurrah before their international move. Of course, my knee-jerk reaction was “no” but slowly turned to the reply, “why not?” We could keep it super easy by leaving our too-young, higher-maintenance, second-born children at home with their very capable fathers. We could split a room to reduce lodging costs. And the big kids would have a fabulous time together, as they always do. And so we did.
It was not without several obstacles. The first being a mental one for me. Neither Mike nor I had ever been to Disneyland and Mike and I are very gung-ho about family trips. We have also had our fair share of travel this past year, both as a family and on our own. This was not in the budget and the whole family was not going to be together for what is probably considered a milestone. The second was that we managed to miss our outgoing flight because neither adult was paying attention to the clock or the layout of the concourse. We missed it by mere minutes [insert expletive]. We booked ourselves on another flight and tried to move forward. However, the missed flight had a domino effect and ended up creating a headache for the return flight home [insert at least two expletives]. Luckily, it all got resolved before we even set foot back in the airport. Of course, as we were merrily rolling our way home from the airport, patting ourselves on a well-executed Disney vacation, a tire went flat at 70 mph. Of course it did [expletives: many]. Let’s just say we were able to get roadside assistance not long after we had pulled over and got home safe and sound shortly after.
And we all lived happily ever after.