Today we were supposed to go to Ripley’s Believe It or Not. But why go out when the freak show comes to you?
After eating enough white flour and sugar to kill a herd of elephants, I decided I needed to get back to exercise, my favorite form of which is walking. It is summer in central Florida which feels a little like the surface of the sun so you gotta get up and get going early.
But after leaving at 7:00 am (which still was not early enough) I noticed a twinge in my neck. No problem, it will feel better once I get moving. Not so! By the time I finished the 4 miles I was in excruciating pain! An hour later I was lying prone in the bed, unable to move. I called the front desk and BEGGED for someone to bring me some Advil. 15 minutes and $1.99 later I was downing two capsules.
Of course, as I say in Good Enough Mother, the Perfectly Imperfect book of Parenting (shameless plug) “There are no sick days for Mommy” so I was still fielding requests for turkey on a hoagie roll, beef ramen noodles and the ever popular spaghetti tacos.
But most of the time I was in the bed, waiting for the Advil to kick in and dying for some relief. That meant the kids were on their own and even though they were just feet away, they still managed to create drama.
First the incessant “Mom, mom, MOM, which I have almost become immune to by now. Then Cole got a hold of the shaving cream can. Don’t ask, just look.
Later I thought I heard a faint “Mom” and some mumbling. “WHAT?” I cried out, actually more of a moan. “Casey is stuck out on the patio.” Even with the crick in my neck, I was able to sprint to the other room. Sure enough, there was Casey out on the patio, in the Florida heat and humidity. So far she was unaware that the lock was broken and she was stuck out there! Yes, it seems Cole, had been locking/unlocking, locking/unlocking, locking/unlocking the door until it locked and it got stuck!
I called the front desk “Uh hi yes, this is Ms. Syler in room 455. I have a slight emergency. My daughter is stuck out on the patio and the sliding glass door lock is broken.” It’s amazing I was able to say this calmly, all the while shooting daggers with my eyes at Cole who was mouthing to me “ WHAT??”
Maintenance arrived and in minutes had Casey off the sweltering patio.
By the second dose of Advil I was at least able to lift my 10 pound head off the pillow and we decided to go to Downtown Disney to meet some friends. We had a decent, albeit overpriced meal at Planet Hollywood (what did I expect?) and then walked around a bit and snapped some photos. Don’t ask…
By now, the neck pain had been joined by a pain in the neck who was most insistent upon leaving. But the real excitement began when we got back to the hotel.
You see the elevator that was broken two days ago stopped on the second floor on it’s way to the 5th with us onboard! When we stepped off, the alarms were blaring and everyone was quickly moving to the stairs. Yes folks, a FIRE ALARM. Now it’s been a minute since I was in school and I’m a little embarrassed to admit I was more pissed about the inconvenience, not thinking there might actually be a real fire. Casey and Cole pushed me right along, with the appropriate amount of fear and concern.
From there, we watched as the fire crews showed up and hotel personnel made sure everyone was out. There we stood, in the sweltering FL evening (it is sweltering a lot here) watching the action.
It was an hour before we could get back into the unit so we tried to make the best of it. I ordered some fruity drink from the bar and Cole and Casey went swimming, in their clothes and I-DID-NOT-CARE.
We got back in the room about 11 pm, settled in for the night, only to have the ALARM GO OFF AGAIN! It was nothing this time but if I swear, if I survive, I am going to need a vacation from this vacation. Preferably one with lots of drinks with little umbrellas in them.
Ugh – what will Day 4 bring…?