On Thursday my SIL Trish and I loaded up 6 kids (ages 5 through 11), a wheelchair, two strollers, 3 Cold Food Bags, enough winter wear to outfit the Olympic Ski Team, a bottle of Advil, and we headed to Epcot.
I’ve never ever attempted to manage my own 3 children at Disney World without the help of Fiddledaddy. But he was out of town working, and was therefore unable to talk me out of it.
For the last year, the only way I’ve been able to tour Disney World has been from the semi-comfort of a wheelchair, which was always commandeered by my children who are thrill seekers who like nothing more than to plow me into shrubbery or unassuming park patrons.
I brought the wheelchair as an insurance policy. I’ve been feeling rather spry of late, but I envisioned myself getting as far as World Showcase and my knee giving out somewhere around Mexico. Close to the Margarita stand. And well, who could blame me if I ordered a Margarita or 5 to take the edge off of the pain. The wheelchair would simply ensure that I didn’t have to be draped across Jensen’s stroller to expedite a hasty exit.
And yes, I’m aware that Jensen is nearly 6, and could easily pick the stroller up himself and carry it throughout the park over his head, but a young boy tires easily, and where else would we stow all the food bags and winter wear. Besides, the stroller has a cup holder.
As it turned out, I had very little need of the wheelchair, and ended up pushing it around myself. That is, when the children weren’t giving each other thrill rides.
Epcot was uncharacteristically not crowded. I’m assuming because of the sub-zero temperatures that Florida is experiencing. So we were able to ride most all of the rides that 6 children between the ages of 5 and 11 could possibly want to experience. Some of the highlights were Soarin’, Test Track, Sum of All Thrills, and the boat rides in the Land and Mexico.
And no, I did not have a Margarita. Or a churro. But I did give the $9 cup of Kahlua and Coffee some lingering glances.
When Fiddledaddy and I take our brood to Disney World, he maps out and color codes our entire visit. He subscribes to the Touring Plans, so he knows exactly how long the line for each and every ride is. Trish and I were rather willy nilly when selecting rides and pretty much let our mood swings dictate which direction we would take. Our husbands would have been certifiably insane before the end of the day had they been with us.
We had a wonderful day, with only one small mishap. I was pushing Jensen in his stroller. And since we were heading down a hill, there was very little pushing involved. My cell phone rang, and knowing it would be my husband, I reached into my purse to answer it. Letting go of the stroller.
Jensen careened on down the hill, and was stopped by a kindly gentleman before crashing into a concrete wall.
This is why I never answer my phone when driving an automobile.
Jensen turned around and let me have it with the stink eye.
We all returned home generally unscathed. The children were exhausted and put themselves to bed. I felt rather empowered and proud of Trish and myself for attempting such a feat.
There is no telling what we’ll try next in an attempt to escape the laundry and general housekeeping duties.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone!