Preparing for Disney

June 6, 2014

I am not quite sure when it happened, but my husband made the mistake of thinking out loud. Now, I have acquired the remarkable ability of tuning him out and just nodding in agreement, but when he uttered the words “we should go on vacation this year” I grasped on to every single syllable!

Two months later and our Disney World trip is paid for. We leave Monday morning at 3 a.m. and I have to pack for my husband, two kids, a baby and myself. What the hell was I thinking?! I am the biggest procrastinator ever- I mean this is the girl who wrote her six page final for a class last semester the day it was due (and made a 97). Did I mention we are driving? Twenty hours in a car with two kids who could have a full fledge conversation with a hearing impaired person and manage to even drive them crazy. I obviously only thought of the perks of a family vacation and not OUR reality. Any who, it’s booked and paid for so we will embark on our adventure after I get everything packed.

Now, packing for my husband and me isn’t so bad. He rotates the same Polo t-shirts in various colors, shorts and Nikes while I too rotate the same GAP essential tee in black, grey and white, AE Midi shorts and TOMS, Nikes or sandals. Can you tell we don’t get dressed up much? He works a lot and I hang out with a baby all day. Two kids and a baby, however equals huge problems. After weeks of game planning in my head, on how I am going to go about packing, I think I have finally put the winning play together.

Let me start by saying who ever invented Post-It notes should be awarded a medal of some type. I need to Google them and send a personal thank you card and then look at my husband’s stocks options and purchase some major stock! I have Post-It’s on the kitchen labeled with items; I have a list in the bathroom and a list in our bedroom. Nothing has been actually been packed because we are all still using these items. But it is a step in the right direction.

Wait, I need to go add pajamas for myself. I ALWAYS forget pajamas!

I made some headway by washing all the dirty clothes in the four hampers throughout the bedrooms and bathrooms, laying out the kids suit cases and starting stacks of daily outfits. However, I woke up yesterday morning and had to snag a stack for clothes to be worn to school. One step forward and two steps back. I have this thing where my seven year old daughter and five month old daughter MUST match, so their clothes haven’t been so bad to get together and finding clothes that color coordinate for my son hasn’t been too hard. I also think that by doing this whole matchy match thing it’ll be easier to not lose one in a park- at least that’s the explanation I give my husband every time a new package from GAP is delivered to our front door.

Anyone who has had a baby knows that they require a lot of gear. Anyone that knows me knows that I have a lot of baby gear and every single item is a necessity in my eyes. It drives my husband crazy. I think it’s funny. I can’t help that I have a “system” for everything- and every “system” includes some nifty gadget! But if all else fails the one item I cannot forget is my Medela Pump & Go. Her name is T.J. and she has been my breast…I mean best friend for the last five months. I think pumping in Disney World may be a future blog post.

On top of all the clothing, toiletries and baby stuff my husband and I are both taking 2 classes each at UHV- so, add in his books and my books, iPads and laptops. AND in the middle of our trip is payday- so, toss in that nifty bill binder I put together in an effort to be organized.

I’m already exhausted and I haven’t even actually started packing. We haven’t even left the comforts of our home and I think we may need a vacation from our vacation and a vacation from each other after the looong drive there and back.

Regardless, of all the hoopla that will happen before we actually walk through the magical gates of Disney World, I cannot wait to see the expressions on my 10 year old and 7 year old faces when they see their favorite characters, watch the Main Street Electrical Parade and ride the non-scary roller coasters. I just need to remember to NOT pack my micromanaging tendencies so we can let loose and have a blast. I mean, we are going to “the happiest place on earth.”