So when I last left you, I was in full freak out mode trying to sort out how on earth I could keep the almighty surprise Disney trip under wraps. Looks like mission accomplished I got quite the shocked reaction from my partner and my 3 year old was excited but I don’t think she will really grasp it until we get there.
As I write this I am on the flight filled with anxiety. The worst is over right, why would anyone be anxious? Because like many women I know, we put it upon ourselves to take responsibility for everyone’s happiness, state of mind and satisfaction. As I write it, the intelligent part of me realizes how asinine that is but until they make another model of me, this is what you get.
So now, as we sit in our very comfy first class upgrades (thanks to miles baby) my kiddo is snuggled in with her blanket, lambie and some Ryan’s Toy review. The other half sits across the aisle with movies I made sure he downloaded, made sure he had the right headphones and is looking slightly less than super comfy but at least he has not saying anything yet.
Me? I am writing this and planning ten steps ahead about the rest of the day, the unpacking, the washing of new items (preordered and sent straight to the hotel) and the entertainment for the rest of today. We land by midday and I am not sure how aggressive this trip will be but if possible I’ll keep you updated and you can go along with me on this insane and totally self imposed penance/vacation