Our first ever spring break vacation.
We are going to Disney World for the first time in any of our five lives, thanks to my snowbird mom, who seeks annual asylum in Florida from the last, wholly superfluous months of Newfoundland winter, and wants us to join her this year over spring break.
Leaving Disney out of it for a moment (but just for a moment–don’t go away, Disney), I am thrilled that we are going anywhere for spring break, something we have also never done before, not once in any of the eight years we’ve had kids in school.
Don’t get me wrong–it’s not as if we never get to go anywhere exciting. My kids don’t have many classmates who go to Canada for a month at a time every three years. I don’t know any other families who’ve gone dog sledding. I appreciate how lucky we are to be whisked to New York for a weekend of glamor. And hardly a year goes by that I don’t have the incredible good fortune to attend a conference in some fantastic destination or another. Those perks come at the cost of not having jobs with paychecks and other benefits, but I count our blessings often.
But Disney World! Theme parks! Spring Break!
“IT’S ALMOST LIKE WE’RE REGULAR PEOPLE.” I say to Patrick, agog.
We don’t actually know. We’re just guessing. We think regular people weed their lawns, remember to roll the trash bin back and forth on the correct days, understand the magic of compound interest, change the sheets weekly, save for college and retirement, and go to Disney World on Spring Break.
Middle class convention is my most exotic fetish. A trip to Sam’s Club is my Burning Man. I am not being even a little ironic when I tell you, I am geeking out.
Would you believe I have never been on (or even actually seen) a roller coaster? Is it as much fun as a dog sled? Will I be sick? The Ferris Wheel is as daring as I ever get at the State Fair. I can’t even look at the Tilt-a-Whirl without gagging.
We won’t get to see all the parks this time, because they cost a hundred billion dollars a day, and we don’t even begin to understand the magic of compound interest. But the Magic Kingdom and Animal Kingdom are on the itinerary (the Littlest Who says he has to see the Tree of Life), as are the two Universal parks. If we have any extra time and money, we might get to one of the Disney water parks. I would love to send the teen to Typhoon Lagoon surf school. And I know my twelve-year-old will love the Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal. Have you been to any of those attractions? What are your must-do/see’s?
I am all ears.