First world problem: This is probably going to seem like I am being ridiculous, but I am not excited whatsoever about our April trip to DLR. In fact, I really wish that we were going to WDW and staying at the Polynesian instead.
The reason that we are heading out west is that my MIL has alzheimers, and she is beginning to decline. So we are flying out to Arizona to visit her. This trip will be difficult. She was no pleasure to be around when she had all of her faculties. Now, it’s just gotten so much harder to deal with her. My DH doesn’t know what to say, so it falls on me to smooth things over and have a nice visit.
In order to make this journey cross country more palatable, we added a six day trip to DLR when we leave AZ.
At first, I was excited to go somewhere new until now. Normally when we are this close to being in WDW, I am beside myself with excitement and anticipation. My ADRs would already be scheduled. My itinerary would be mostly structured with only Fastpasses waiting to be booked.
Nope. I am feeling none of this enthusiasm. I am feeling dread instead. The control freak in me is going nuts.
Yes, I know. I am lucky to be going on vacation for a second time this year when we normally don’t travel more than once every two years. I’m spoiled, and I should just suck it up.