The happiest place on Earth or the craziest place on Earth?

The happiest place on Earth or the craziest place on Earth?

I’m not sure who thought it was a good idea to come to Florida in August, but here we are – me, the husband, spawn and old folks. My Mom’s idea of a good vacation is lounging by the pool. My husband’s idea of a good vacation is seeing everything the destination has to offer. My daughter’s idea of a good vacation is her doing exactly what she wants exactly when she wants which is typically the exact opposite thing of what we are trying to do. So, here we are in Orlando. We planned on appeasing everyone by spending a few days at theme parks and a day and a half by the pool. But my dumb ass ended up buying tickets to the Magic Kingdom for two days and Universal for two days (plus five days for free). What this did was ensure that we would spend every waking hour at theme parks since my dear husband would not want to waste a penny. And we would spend all of our time walking back and forth from ride to ride with me controlling every step. This would not have been so bad had it not been Florida in August! At one point I was literally worried for my Mom as she trudged along ten yards behind us looking like she might topple over at any moment. She was a trooper though and made it to every adventure except one. I am pretty sure the only thing that kept her going was the knowledge that she could shop every fifty feet.

We did end up spending some time by the pool only because we may have killed each other if we had to stand in another hour long line to go on a ride that lasted all of four minutes. I am not a very patient person and I get this trait from my mother. Impatience apparently grows stronger with each generation because the amount of patience my daughter has could fit in a thimble. She literally asked how much longer we had to wait after standing in line for three minutes. She proceeded to jump up and down, climb walls, railings and people all while singing and telling knock knock jokes non-stop. (My favorite ending in “Jamaican me crazy” mostly because she was Jamaican me crazy!)

Here’s the thing – even though we were walking around melting, disagreeing on what to do and when to do it, I enjoyed it. It doesn’t matter that we argued or got on each others’ nerves. In the end I would rather be anywhere with my family than with anyone else. It doesn’t matter what we are doing as long as we are together. We can get upset with each other and want a break from each other but at the end of the day we are all laughing and hugging and loving each other.

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I’m Jen. I am a mom, wife, daughter, friend and often times the bad influence your mom warned you about. I am good with words, numbers and dysfunctional people. I tend to find humor in situations that aren’t really funny and I laugh at my own jokes.

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