As my husband and I half strolled, half limped through Epcot, one thought came to mind:
Jeff looks like Flavor Flav.
We had just run our second Walt Disney World Marathon Weekend – another half for me and the Goofy Challenge for him – and as he clanged his way through the big golf ball’s steely gates for guests with no bags, another thought came to mind, this one fueled by nothing but schoolgirl giddy and mentholated muscle cream:
We had left them behind – along with all their stroller/backpacks/snacks/souvenirs trappings – in the arctic tundra that is Chicago this time of year, and would be doing whatever we wanted to do. For the first time ever.
Had you been there, you would have heard the ethereal choirs singing too.
Epcot is not high up on the list when it comes to the parks our kids heart most, making the total amount of time we’ve spent there in the past seven years about 23.5 minutes. Give or take the few seconds it takes them to ride The Seas with Nemo & Friends approximately eleventy times in succession.
And sure, we faced some initial guilt, feeling like terrible parents for having left them behind with their Gaga – the magical grandmother who scratch cooks nutritious meals the children gobble up like they’re made of cake and Goldfish crackers, and crafts princess puppets and trains from cardboard tubes and bendy straws.
Then we realized we were actually doing the kids a favor, trading their stressed, workaholic parents for a refreshed version, made less frowny and more smiley by a mini retreat sans whine, except for that other kind.
This hilarious, customized video from Spaceship Earth that shows me at my wedding weight helped too…
As did these 5 must dos that helped us recapture our inner bounce that nothing to do with the handfuls of ibuprofen we popped like candy:
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Photo credit (slideshow only): Disney Parks
Video credit: Epcot