lalasmama
03-02-2012, 04:08 AM
It's 11:30pm, I'm at Disneyland (well, at the hotel now), and I'm writing a BP. UGH!
So, here we go:
DD has ADHD and is generally anxious. She's a routine kinda gal. She wants to know what's going to happen next. We're at Disneyland. Routines are REALLY hard to follow at Disneyland! I don't know if we're going to Astro Blasters or Star Tours next, kid, it depends on the lines!
I took her to Build-a-Bear yesterday. She wanted to get an animal that they have at our local BAB. I was a mean mom and said "no". We're in Disneyland, dammit, please get a DL one! (FTR, I explained that since we are at Disneyland, it would make it really fun to have a Disneyland one, wouldn't it, since they don't have DL ones anywhere else?... and she went for it.)
She's 8, and I've been told 8 is the new 16. OMG. I think she missed that there's not a "1" in front of that 8. YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT YET CHILD! .... but we're off our routine, things are always discombobulated on vacation, and things are ALWAYS bad around her birthday, when she's navigating the difference between one age and the next.
All DD wants to do is ride Screamin' California. I said no, because I feel like she's too small still (50 pounds on a heavy day). "But it says xx inches, Mom!".... She fusses about not getting to ride it every morning on the way into the park. UGH!
DD's flip flopping around in bed right now, not wanting to go to sleep. Oh, she needs to sleep. But, we're in a hotel. With loud neighbors. And she's 8, so why should she need to be asleep at nearly midnight?!
We've been at DL for 5 days now. 5 days may be too many for a 1-on-1 vacation when DD's testing limits and mom's PMS'ing. Oh yeah, there's still 2 more days to go.
The neighbors next door have been enjoying some adult beverages. They couldn't figure out how to work the new-fangled card keys. The whole hotel could hear them arguing about how to do it, and wondering if it was the right room, blaming the front desk staff for the wrong key, etc.
I'm trying, soooo trying, to enjoy this vacation. I'm a Disney freak, as is DD, so this is one of those general "dream" vacations for us.
And then my dad calls tonight. He's drunk off his @ss. He tells me I need to lighten up. He tells me I'm thwarting my daughter's personality because I medicate her. He tells me he hates that he was "removed" from the family. He tells me he misses those days back when I was little and I was a daddy's girl. He's in the middle of a separation right now, and this is the first time he's drank in months. When he's not drunk, we are very much alike and get along well. When he's drunk, well, I can't figure out where truth ends and fiction begins.
So, I'm at Disneyland, PMS'ing, with loud neighbors who are now slamming doors, a child fighting sleep, and a drunk dad waxing poetic about his life pre-drugs/alcohol.
Yep, this is the happiest place on earth.
I do know that there is good going on and happening:
We were blessed to have the money for this vacation.
I was blessed to have the paid time off for this vacation.
Tomorrow is payday.
I haven't had to think about money on this trip.
The beds are WONDERFUL!
The weather is wonderful. (At home, they had a 2-hour snow delay. We were in shorts and a t-shirt here, and I got a little pink!)
DD's willingly walked the whole time--even back to the motel at insane hours.
We got to be extras on Modern Family!
We've been able to ride all kinds of fun things.
We've seen parades and fireworks.
The Bronine or whatever it's called (for nausea and motion sickness) works well for me!
I *think* I'm walking off all the good food.
DD's up for any ride that I want to try--she's got no fear.
There's been ZERO blisters!
.... and so while I know the positives FAR outweigh the negatives (and I could have continued on with the positives), I just needed to whine...
So, here we go:
DD has ADHD and is generally anxious. She's a routine kinda gal. She wants to know what's going to happen next. We're at Disneyland. Routines are REALLY hard to follow at Disneyland! I don't know if we're going to Astro Blasters or Star Tours next, kid, it depends on the lines!
I took her to Build-a-Bear yesterday. She wanted to get an animal that they have at our local BAB. I was a mean mom and said "no". We're in Disneyland, dammit, please get a DL one! (FTR, I explained that since we are at Disneyland, it would make it really fun to have a Disneyland one, wouldn't it, since they don't have DL ones anywhere else?... and she went for it.)
She's 8, and I've been told 8 is the new 16. OMG. I think she missed that there's not a "1" in front of that 8. YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT YET CHILD! .... but we're off our routine, things are always discombobulated on vacation, and things are ALWAYS bad around her birthday, when she's navigating the difference between one age and the next.
All DD wants to do is ride Screamin' California. I said no, because I feel like she's too small still (50 pounds on a heavy day). "But it says xx inches, Mom!".... She fusses about not getting to ride it every morning on the way into the park. UGH!
DD's flip flopping around in bed right now, not wanting to go to sleep. Oh, she needs to sleep. But, we're in a hotel. With loud neighbors. And she's 8, so why should she need to be asleep at nearly midnight?!
We've been at DL for 5 days now. 5 days may be too many for a 1-on-1 vacation when DD's testing limits and mom's PMS'ing. Oh yeah, there's still 2 more days to go.
The neighbors next door have been enjoying some adult beverages. They couldn't figure out how to work the new-fangled card keys. The whole hotel could hear them arguing about how to do it, and wondering if it was the right room, blaming the front desk staff for the wrong key, etc.
I'm trying, soooo trying, to enjoy this vacation. I'm a Disney freak, as is DD, so this is one of those general "dream" vacations for us.
And then my dad calls tonight. He's drunk off his @ss. He tells me I need to lighten up. He tells me I'm thwarting my daughter's personality because I medicate her. He tells me he hates that he was "removed" from the family. He tells me he misses those days back when I was little and I was a daddy's girl. He's in the middle of a separation right now, and this is the first time he's drank in months. When he's not drunk, we are very much alike and get along well. When he's drunk, well, I can't figure out where truth ends and fiction begins.
So, I'm at Disneyland, PMS'ing, with loud neighbors who are now slamming doors, a child fighting sleep, and a drunk dad waxing poetic about his life pre-drugs/alcohol.
Yep, this is the happiest place on earth.
I do know that there is good going on and happening:
We were blessed to have the money for this vacation.
I was blessed to have the paid time off for this vacation.
Tomorrow is payday.
I haven't had to think about money on this trip.
The beds are WONDERFUL!
The weather is wonderful. (At home, they had a 2-hour snow delay. We were in shorts and a t-shirt here, and I got a little pink!)
DD's willingly walked the whole time--even back to the motel at insane hours.
We got to be extras on Modern Family!
We've been able to ride all kinds of fun things.
We've seen parades and fireworks.
The Bronine or whatever it's called (for nausea and motion sickness) works well for me!
I *think* I'm walking off all the good food.
DD's up for any ride that I want to try--she's got no fear.
There's been ZERO blisters!
.... and so while I know the positives FAR outweigh the negatives (and I could have continued on with the positives), I just needed to whine...