Crazy?

So I’ll let you guys tell me if I’m crazy. This should be fun.

Hubby got his annual bonus and there are a lot of smart things that I could use it on. And by smart, I, of course, mean more therapy of one sort or another. There’s hippotherapy and regular therapy or HBOT, but the truth is that I want to spend it on one thing:

DISNEY WORLD!!!!!

This is ridiculous. I’ve been to Disney World no less than a zillion times. I’ve even been to Disney Land. My mom has a bit of an obsession and that means that every three years (minimum) she has to take a trip to Orlando. For me, Disney has been done. But for Charlie. . . well, he’s never been. He’s finally getting to an age where I think he would enjoy the music and some of the rides. I’ve looked online and there are tons of shows that I think might be fun. Some stuff will probably go over his head–he’s never even heard of Mickey Mouse–but man I’d like to take him.

Sometimes I just get sad that all of the “opportunities” that I’ve given to Charlie involve therapy–every extra dollar and even some dollars I don’t have go towards giving him the best life possible. This time I want to spend some money on some regular kid stuff–rides, over-priced food, and giant, singing stuffed animals. Besides, I really don’t know when we’ll have another opportunity like this–bonuses aren’t guaranteed.

Hubby said he’d only agree if we went at the cheapest time and stayed in the cheapest hotel. My research tells me that the end of January/beginning of February is officially “Value Season.” We’re going to drive. Ten hours is pretty grueling, but one of the un-sung advantages of the CP child is that they can make awesome car travelers. Our regular trips to Dallas take about eight hours and he does a great job. It’s not like he wants to go run around so videos, music, and toys make the journey go pretty smoothly. I stretch him out and swing him around whenever we stop, so Charlie’s major complaint about car rides is getting changed in the back seat of the car–freaks him out.
So am I totally crazy to try to plan a Disney World trip with a two-and-a-half-year-old only a month in advance? You can be honest. I’ll probably go anyway.

Me at Disney’s MGM circa 1997–please note the super-cool jeans.

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