So straight out of Outbreak.
Drive to California. Girls alternate between screaming wildly and sleeping, except when listening to Bollywood type rendition of "Teddy Bear Picnic" on my Ipod 30 times. Get a little slap happy. Arrive at Portofino Inn and Suites, check in, room is ready, HOORAY! And Bed Bug check negative! Uh-oh, no fridge or microwave in room, that's just in the suites. Oh well, will live on Pringles and Oreos. Go to Disneyland. Go on Small World. Ella refuses to go on Pirates. Throws a fit, goes on Pirates. Go on Winnie the Pooh. Go on Winnie the Pooh. Wander about. We start to realize Disney works best with more than one couple and two tots. You know, so you can go on big kid rides, and not all alone. Go back to hotel. Decide I need a soak, Zar allows it as long as I take at least one kid, so Ella and I head for the pool. Open the gate, Ella heads right for the pool and throws herself in despite my screaming, throw myself in after her and fish her out. Soak my clothes. We sit in hot tub and talk to Canadian lady all night who informs me it's going to rain tomorrow. I inform her Disneyland is closing two hours early tomorrow. Go back to room in soggy pants and sweatshirt. Watch Bachelor.
Tuesday: Zar spikes fever in the night like an toddler with an ear infection. Moans a lot and snuffles. Spends the night shivering in the bathtub. Ella wakes up screaming with her eyes glued shut.
Wednesday: Zar spends another night in the tub, Ella wakes up with her eyes glued shut, get dressed, get medicated, go to Disneyland. Ella wants to go on Winnie the Pooh. When I refuse to carry her from the stroller to the ride she throws herself in front of other people's double strollers and sobs. Says she is all out of walk. Stick to my guns, refuse to carry her, finally she gets up, gets in line, sobs in line, (strangers hand us wadded up kleenex) sobs throughout the hundred acre wood, sobs during Pooh's heffalump dream, sobs during Pooh's birthday party, sobs in the store where I buy my giant cookie, sobs while we sit under a tree and eat corn dogs, cookie, chips and soda, falls asleep on the way back to hotel. Her face is like red snot souffle. Wakes up feeling much better once in room, Zar desperately attempt to transfer DVD's to Ipad without success, Ava naps, Ella refuses, I go for de-stressing run in fitness center, because after all, Zar got that break the night before while searching for pizza place. Load up, head to Red Robin for dinner. Ella says she is all out of walk, but is able to crawl on her belly in the parking lot sobbing and then run off. Get back in car and head for hotel. Discuss packing up and leaving for home immediately. Discuss how we are glad this is our last Disney trip for some time. Discuss how we just wanted to spend time with our girls we love so much and then they are so naughty and that makes us soooo sad. Girls sit and glare at us from back seat of car. Ava's eyes get goopy.
Go back to Disneyland all full of hope. Go on Small World. Go on Winnie the Pooh. FOR SOME REASON allow the girls to each pick out a present (mostly to use up our expiring rewards dollars) and leave Disneyland with one baby Dumbo and one Perry the Platypus. Go to Ca-Adventure one last time, go on Ariel. Go back to room, pack up, attempt to download Super Why to Ipad from Itunes but Wi-fi is slow.
Thursday: Get up at 5:30, get in car, drive home. Miraculously girls are angels. Ella sleeps for many, many hours. Ava sleeps and quietly plays with the Ipad, with a book, with her baby elephant. I read to Zar until my throat is raw. Around 90th south girls start to lose it, and ten minutes later we arrive home. Do laundry. Feel ill. Take Nyquil. Go to sleep.
Now: Wake up with no voice (too much reading? Or super cold?) go to work, get sent right home, get strep test, negative. Laundry, blog.
It wasn't all bad. There were sweet moments. And a big cookie. It was, after all, Disneyland. But thus ends The Year of Disney, during which we were season pass holders and went ten times. (Zar eleven, for a brief jaunt alone while on a business trip.) I didn't take a lot of pictures.
I guess it was fitting as Lily's angel day trip. Like her life, it didn't go as planned, and it was a little rough, and there was much crying, but it was still sweet. And very tiring.