Reality check

I apologize that it has taken me a week to share with all of you that Disney was spectacular! A lot of people told me to wait until your kids are older so they will remember it. I totally disagree having just arrived home. My daughter might not remember it but her face was priceless. She loved it and the sight of my Cinderella in her full gown on the shoulders of her Prince Charming is one that I will remember long after I am an old lady.

As for trying to avoid becoming an old lady, I have to say that reality is brutal. We were home for a total of 45 minutes before we went to our friend's very fun birthday party. On our way home, we went to the grocery where I realized that I didn't put my debit card back in my purse. (You can just have Prince Charming cover your purchases when you are at Disney.) By the time we worked that out, it was time to go home and get ready for school the next day.

My daughter has done very well adjusting to the regular routine and a new teacher. I am another story. At Disney, your car doesn't decide not to start at the Delta check in gate. (The airport security boys do not apprecciate that at all.) You also don't have to be anywhere other than a dinner reservation. Other people cook and serve your food. They do the dishes too. Someone made the beds and someone else even drives you where you need to go. It is a little bit of an adjustment.

I am very thankful to my dad who moved in to take care of my dog. My mom also took a turn taking care of him and my friend came to visit in between their visits. Hank is still alive and well but he was very happy to see that I replenished his treat supply. Disney does not sell dog bones and I think they are really missing the market. I am also grateful to my friend who bailed me out this week and my mom who covered for me so I could volunteer a few hours. In addition to having lots of fun, I have called in a lot of favors lately and am quite sure my account is in the negative by now.

The man at airport security asked whose machine was on the belt as I was trying to leave Minnesota. I explained that it was mine and I had a nebulizer, a vest, and an oxygen machine. He replied, with love, "You are a nightmare!" That pretty much sums it up.

Blessings,

Cindy