LuvDisney
09-15-2011, 09:44 AM
Well our trip finally arrived. This will probably be a fairly quick trip report with a minimum amount of pictures. My husband is the picture taker and I just don’t think he was into this trip. This trip was definitely different from our last trips, but I will elaborate on that later on.
Just to recap:
Friday, August 19th – Sunday, August 28th
Cast of Characters: Me (Gail) 39 – Loves everything Disney
DH (Marc) 41 – Kinda Likes Disney but won’t admit it
DD (Haillie) 12 – Shares Mom’s Obsession
Dad (Paul) 70 – My Dad, Loves Disney, hasn’t been since 2008, when he and my Mom had to cut their trip short and come home because my Mom’s mother passed away. They never had the opportunity to go back because my Mom’s health declined. Mom passed away in 2010 so we thought it would be nice to invite Dad to come with us for this trip. He is excited to be going back.
Tuesday, August 16th
Let’s start three days before we are supposed to leave. I wake up and feel fine. Take a shower to get ready for work, still fine. While getting my lunch together I bent down to get my lunch box and I feel a sharp pain in my upper leg, lower butt check (sorry TMI). Think well maybe I just slept wrong or something. Thought nothing of it. Well all day, I could barely walk and getting in and out of my chair at work was torture. I’m thinking “REALLY?? Are you kidding me?? I am leaving for Disney in three days; I have to be able to walk!” So as the day went on and I moved more, it seemed to be feeling a bit better. So I figured I had just pulled something and the more I used it the better it would be. Slept fine that night, wasn’t in enough pain to keep me awake. So I figured that was a good sign.
The past couple of days I had been putting everything together to get ready to pack. That evening, when we pulled out suitcases, 2 large and 1 medium, we discovered that one of the suitcases was broken. Of course the broken one was mine! We only own 2 large suitcases. So now what do we do?? Our other suitcases are fairly small. I called my dad to ask if he had a large suitcase that I could use. We measure the broken one and he measures his. They appear to be about the same size. Asked him to bring it down with him. In the mean time, my MIL offers me her suitcase to use. Not that I don’t appreciate the offer, but if you knew my MIL you would know that everything she buys was expensive. She doesn’t go cheap on anything. So I was a little leery about borrowing her suitcase. The last time I borrowed one of her TSA luggage locks, I lost it!! (Well, I lost it for a year. I found it in one of the suitcases when packing for this trip. LOL) So I told her that my dad was bringing one and if it worked I would just use his.
Wednesday, August 17th
Woke up and my leg/butt felt much better. Little bit of pain when I did certain things but nothing like the day before. Figured I was in the clear. Worked my normal day.
My dad came down today so he could be there for my daughter when she got off the school bus since my in-laws had to be somewhere that afternoon.
He brought the suitcase down with him. NOT even close to the size of my original suitcase. In fact it was barely as big as Haillie’s suitcase. I of course knew that there was no way everything would fit in there. So I reluctantly went over to my MIL’s and asked to see hers. We climbed up into her attic and took the suitcase out. While we were up there, I was moving stuff around for her so she wouldn’t have to and the pain in my leg/butt came back FULL FORCE! OMG! I thought I wouldn’t be able to climb out of the attic. I struggled my way down the attic stairs and went back to the spare room to continue getting everything ready. Grimacing in pain the whole time. Well my MIL’s suitcase was nice size wise, but the thing weighed 16 pounds! So I was already behind the eight ball when it came to the 50 pound weight limit for my bag. And when you are packing for 10 days, you need all the weight allowance you can get! At this point I was so uncomfortable I just decided to leave everything there and went to sit on the couch for the evening. I just kept thinking how miserable I would be at Disney with my leg/butt feeling like that. I just wanted to cry.
Thursday, August 18th
Woke up and my leg felt a bit better. I assumed that I would be dealing with it feeling better, doing something and it feeling worse and I assumed that cycle would continue the entire vacation.
We went to work and I wanted to leave early so I could be sure that everything was done and ready since we had to leave the house before 5:00am in the morning. We ended up leaving around 1:00pm which was fine. Gave me the extra time I needed. While at work, I remembered that we had another medium/large suitcase in the attic. It was older, but I was hoping it was bigger than my dad’s and not as heavy as my MIL’s. When we got home I gingerly went into the attic and it was there. It was a bit bigger than my dad’s and half the weight of my MIL’s, so I opted to use that one. I put all my clothes in the suitcase and surveyed everything to make sure we had everything. Everything looked good and we were in good shape. Off to bed early for a 3:45am alarm in the morning!
Just to recap:
Friday, August 19th – Sunday, August 28th
Cast of Characters: Me (Gail) 39 – Loves everything Disney
DH (Marc) 41 – Kinda Likes Disney but won’t admit it
DD (Haillie) 12 – Shares Mom’s Obsession
Dad (Paul) 70 – My Dad, Loves Disney, hasn’t been since 2008, when he and my Mom had to cut their trip short and come home because my Mom’s mother passed away. They never had the opportunity to go back because my Mom’s health declined. Mom passed away in 2010 so we thought it would be nice to invite Dad to come with us for this trip. He is excited to be going back.
Tuesday, August 16th
Let’s start three days before we are supposed to leave. I wake up and feel fine. Take a shower to get ready for work, still fine. While getting my lunch together I bent down to get my lunch box and I feel a sharp pain in my upper leg, lower butt check (sorry TMI). Think well maybe I just slept wrong or something. Thought nothing of it. Well all day, I could barely walk and getting in and out of my chair at work was torture. I’m thinking “REALLY?? Are you kidding me?? I am leaving for Disney in three days; I have to be able to walk!” So as the day went on and I moved more, it seemed to be feeling a bit better. So I figured I had just pulled something and the more I used it the better it would be. Slept fine that night, wasn’t in enough pain to keep me awake. So I figured that was a good sign.
The past couple of days I had been putting everything together to get ready to pack. That evening, when we pulled out suitcases, 2 large and 1 medium, we discovered that one of the suitcases was broken. Of course the broken one was mine! We only own 2 large suitcases. So now what do we do?? Our other suitcases are fairly small. I called my dad to ask if he had a large suitcase that I could use. We measure the broken one and he measures his. They appear to be about the same size. Asked him to bring it down with him. In the mean time, my MIL offers me her suitcase to use. Not that I don’t appreciate the offer, but if you knew my MIL you would know that everything she buys was expensive. She doesn’t go cheap on anything. So I was a little leery about borrowing her suitcase. The last time I borrowed one of her TSA luggage locks, I lost it!! (Well, I lost it for a year. I found it in one of the suitcases when packing for this trip. LOL) So I told her that my dad was bringing one and if it worked I would just use his.
Wednesday, August 17th
Woke up and my leg/butt felt much better. Little bit of pain when I did certain things but nothing like the day before. Figured I was in the clear. Worked my normal day.
My dad came down today so he could be there for my daughter when she got off the school bus since my in-laws had to be somewhere that afternoon.
He brought the suitcase down with him. NOT even close to the size of my original suitcase. In fact it was barely as big as Haillie’s suitcase. I of course knew that there was no way everything would fit in there. So I reluctantly went over to my MIL’s and asked to see hers. We climbed up into her attic and took the suitcase out. While we were up there, I was moving stuff around for her so she wouldn’t have to and the pain in my leg/butt came back FULL FORCE! OMG! I thought I wouldn’t be able to climb out of the attic. I struggled my way down the attic stairs and went back to the spare room to continue getting everything ready. Grimacing in pain the whole time. Well my MIL’s suitcase was nice size wise, but the thing weighed 16 pounds! So I was already behind the eight ball when it came to the 50 pound weight limit for my bag. And when you are packing for 10 days, you need all the weight allowance you can get! At this point I was so uncomfortable I just decided to leave everything there and went to sit on the couch for the evening. I just kept thinking how miserable I would be at Disney with my leg/butt feeling like that. I just wanted to cry.
Thursday, August 18th
Woke up and my leg felt a bit better. I assumed that I would be dealing with it feeling better, doing something and it feeling worse and I assumed that cycle would continue the entire vacation.
We went to work and I wanted to leave early so I could be sure that everything was done and ready since we had to leave the house before 5:00am in the morning. We ended up leaving around 1:00pm which was fine. Gave me the extra time I needed. While at work, I remembered that we had another medium/large suitcase in the attic. It was older, but I was hoping it was bigger than my dad’s and not as heavy as my MIL’s. When we got home I gingerly went into the attic and it was there. It was a bit bigger than my dad’s and half the weight of my MIL’s, so I opted to use that one. I put all my clothes in the suitcase and surveyed everything to make sure we had everything. Everything looked good and we were in good shape. Off to bed early for a 3:45am alarm in the morning!