The Disneyland Remedy
I can't snap out of this funk. I keep trying to step back from the never ending cycle of being puked on, then peed on, then puked on, then peed on, but I just can't break free. I exist in a briny ocean of pee. I really need some third person perspective right about now and this is usually when the blog comes in handy but whenever I sit and try to come up with some divine insight, Pixie calls from the other room, "Moooommm, I had an aaaaaacident..."
Wetness surrounds me.
I need to find my happy place. I am desperately searching for my happy place. But then ten minutes ago I realized that corporate America has already heard my pleas and made arrangements for me. I'm packing my diaper bag and heading to Disneyland for the day. They claim it's "The Happiest Place on Earth." Let's see if Micky can put his money where his mouth is. I'm going to let my two wet beasts scavenge the park, peeing and spitting up as they see fit. By the end of the day even Minnie Mouse may have a little frown on that big, plastic head of hers. But I'm hoping not. If Disneyland can't make me feel better, I'm checking in somewhere for a few months until I dry out. Ciao cruel world. I'm going to Disneyland.
Wetness surrounds me.
I need to find my happy place. I am desperately searching for my happy place. But then ten minutes ago I realized that corporate America has already heard my pleas and made arrangements for me. I'm packing my diaper bag and heading to Disneyland for the day. They claim it's "The Happiest Place on Earth." Let's see if Micky can put his money where his mouth is. I'm going to let my two wet beasts scavenge the park, peeing and spitting up as they see fit. By the end of the day even Minnie Mouse may have a little frown on that big, plastic head of hers. But I'm hoping not. If Disneyland can't make me feel better, I'm checking in somewhere for a few months until I dry out. Ciao cruel world. I'm going to Disneyland.
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We are in the "accident" filled phase as well. I have never been so sick of pee and poop as I have been these past months, even though I have changed a mountain of diapers with my two kids being so close together. Grrr.
Which, as a matter of fact, might make your day a whole lot brighter. (I think you can pick them up in the coat-check area when and if you want them back.)
We can be sisters in misery.
I had such a good time I bought the year pass. Yes, Kerri, I went by myself with the two girls and it wasn't so bad. Charlotte was an angel but Penny started believing the whole "I'm a princess" thing after a few hours and became a royal pain in the tush. We stayed from 10 am till 5 pm and it was simply divine!
I bought my ticket at the door ($62 for me, my kids are under two years old so they were both free. Good deal I thought!)
They (APs)are crazy expensive, especially for young families, but if you can save $10 per person per month, it's a good way to "check out" of reality for a day.
Happy to see it worked for you too!
But, er, hope YOU don't have to resort to that. Glad Disneyland was happy. Feel better!
I am really sorry my overly excited toddler (who is, by the way, completely potty trained) kind of er, um, peed right next to your foot on the little conveyor belt thingy. At which point I smoothly said, "Um, I think someone must have spilled their drink." As if you didn't see the pee coursing down her legs. And then, bold as brass, we just got right on the ride. You must have thought I am a horrible mama, and believe you me, I have my moments. Usually I'm not quite so decidedly horrible, but I just couldn't waste my Fastpass.
Sorry, The Lady with the Wet Kid
By the way, I am here from Millie's.