Well, I made it. It wasn’t easy. I mean, leaving my kids and trying to act as if I was NOT at all excited about the fact that Mommy’s going to Disneyland.
“Don’t worry, Mommy’s working and probably won’t have time to have ANY fun!”
Riiiiight - they didn’t believe me, either.
So, I kissed them goodbye, told them that I would call to tell them exactly what I was doing, every minute, and spent the next 5-1/2 hours of being wedged in between two people, who didn’t.
“This is my first time going to Disneyland and my kids are soooo hating me, right now.”
[sound of crickets]
Okaaaaaay - it was a long flight.
As soon as I got off the plane, and saw all the palm trees - not to mention the mountains and nothing but totally blue sky - I knew that I was…you know…someplace else.
I called the kids, from the car, and sent them a picture of the palm trees, to prove that Momma was on solid ground.
“I miss you and cried in school…a little.”
“I know, but I’ll be home on Friday and I’ll even bring you a pretty!”
My driver kept looking at me funny and - after taking pictures of the trees, the grass, the traffic signs, the inside of the car and promising someone a pretty, four times - I imagine he was wondering, just how many kids does crazy breed?
By the time we got to the hotel, I had pretty much used up all of
the memory on my camera phone - oh gosh, I hope I packed my charger!
So, we went out to dinner, last night and - how I managed to keep my face out of the sturgeon, I’ll never know - I have to tell you, being here at Disneyland feels as if I’ve been whisked away to an enchanted world of lights, music and the smell of something sticky-sweet.
Phew…what is that?
I kept telling Gretchen - my new bff and resident Disney historian - how, I can’t keep from giggling like an enamored school girl.
I swear, this place brings out the kid in me (not a terribly difficult feat, from what I’ve been told) and I had to stop myself from skipping…once, or twice!
Then, I saw it.
Cinderella’s castle - sitting there looking all princess-like lit up in pink and purple - and me without my camera phone!
“Oh…my…doG…Mini-me is NOT going to believe this.”
Okay, I guess I need to learn how to stop boring people (I know, too late) still.
“I can email this to you, right now, if you want!”
That’s when I was reminded why I just HAD to take this trip and realized the reason I love my job, so much - I get to meet the coolest people - and Gretchen took this amazing picture (hence, the bff) and made a little princess, very happy.
Oh, and Mini-me’s going to love it, too…I’m sure.