No plan lasts past the first 5 minutes of battle, and while we could plan a lot of our Disney World trip, we also had to be open to shifting things around as fate, fortune, and sore feet dictated.
The first big change we made was a result of the utter exhaustion, from the first day. (Yes even from the boys). Sure jet-lag played a part. Lack of sleep played a part. The heat certainly played a part. But trying to do a full 12 hour day at a park was simply undoable, or at least ‘undoable’ while remaining enjoyable.
I mean, I know a Roman Legionnaire could march for, like, 12 hours, but he didn’t have kids with him, and he certainly didn’t write home and say, gosh, we had such a fun time marching for 12 hours, mom.
So, after that grueling day, we shifted to 4-5 hours in the morning and 3-5 in the late afternoon or evening. It made our trip soooooooo much better.
The 2nd big change was what to see and when. We’d planned day 5 to be NASA then Epcot.
But as this was a trip for the Boyz, when they expressed a desire to do more waterparks and less Epcots, we couldn’t ignore that. Apparently, they were a lot less keen on wandering around Epcot or NASA and listening to me talk about history and exciting space facts, than on getting wet while screaming and plummeting into cold pools.
We were ok with that, though us adults were less likely to do the whole plummeting thing.
So we shifted day 5 to be a Disney’s Blizzard Beach Water Park day, Epcot in the evening, NASA on our last day, Sunday.
Sadly, I didn’t get much sleep, but when I got up at 6am, I was able to book a car for the next couple of days, write a few postcards to people, and pick up a few supplies (none of which was actually booze despite the rumors).
As well, I was able to get 3 blogs written and drink 3 giant cups of coffee – so no time was wasted at all.
By the time The Boyz got up, I was raring to go. Water parks aren’t really my thing, but there was a nice lazy river I could float around in and I am, if nothing else, all about the lazy.
We ate breakfast quickly while I recharged my computer, then we tore off to Disney World’s Blizzard Beach. The clouds and rain and thunder and lightning from yesterday were all gone. For now. It was a perfect day for a waterpark!
Ok, we forgot to bring towels but that was easy enough to solve. We didn’t bring rainwear either because, if the rains came, what the heck, we would be wet already. We did, however, bring enough sunscreen to protect an army of albinos.
We arrived just before 11, got lockers, stuffed 4 backpacks into them with the skill of a master sausage-maker stuffing his sausages, then designated a place to meet.
We pointed at the big clock over the Summit Plummet. “When that hits 12, head back here for lunch.”
It was a great plan.
The Boyz could do some rides or runs or whatever death-defying things are in a waterpark, while The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World and I floated down the lazy river.
Then, at 12, we could eat, see how everyone’s energy level was holding up or head home if the weather went bad. Plus we had a 5pm Fastpass at Epcot and had to back at the hotel by 3:30 to get changed and ready for that ride.
Just keep an eye on that clock, we said.
Only one problem.
Turns out, that clock was a fake.