i'm goin' to disneyland…

well, actually, disneyworld.

yes. it's true. in the not-too-distant-future, i will be waddling my portly, pregnant self around sugar-highed kids of all ages, purchasing over-priced goods and services all the while. the ultimate self-perpetuating merchandising mechanism. yep. and BC is over the moon about it.

this trip is clearly not at all about me šŸ˜‰

and that, in a nutshell, is what being a mom is all about.

so all of you who still can, go hug your moms. or dads. or both. because besides wiping your butts for a few delightful years, besides putting up with your nastiness and bastardliness, they also did all sorts of things that exhausted, exasperated, annoyed them – for you. or simply that they would have preferred doing something else. i know i sound like a big old fucking guilt-spewing grump; i mean, boo-fucking-hoo, poor baby has to go to disney. i know, i know. it's not like i have to go into a dungeon and clean slop, right? it ain't hard labor. and i know it will be likely be a big pleasure to see the sheer delight on my daughter's face when she meets her little princess heroes, mickey mouse, and all the assorted other characters she loves. but lord, given the choice, i would rather someone ship my fat ass off to something like Canyon Ranch spa for a week. not that that will ever happen in my lifetime, you know, but a girl can dream.

so wah wah wah. poor little me. i am being such a spoiled, cranky lady today. holed up inside due to snow. overtired. facing a house that needs some serious cleaning. knowing i am the one who needs to do it. i should be dancing in the aisles that i'm going to disney. and i am thrilled because my child is thrilled, and that i guess is the joy for me.

i just don't know how i will feel about other people's children. with the exception of friends' kids, i generally loathe the poorly-behaved kids. actually, i really loathe their parents who blithely let their kids act poorly in public. i can tell you that my brothers and i never got away with that sort of crap. and at disney, kids will have less self-control. hopefully, their parents will be on watch.

if not, then i guess there's always the hotel pool…

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