DAS Card

We have a birthday coming up.  The boy will be turning 5 in February. Naturally, I wanted to take him to WDW for his birthday, but that week is crazy packed with holidays and special events.  Instead, we booked a trip just before his birthday, during a non-peak time.

This is something we’ve always had to do when planning our trips.  When is the slowest time that we can go?  Why?  Two reasons, really.  First, crowds make me anxious.  I get panicky and fidgety when there are too many people, when I’m standing in one place (line) for too long, when I can’t move freely.  Second, the boy is the exact same way.  Obviously I, as an adult, can handle it if necessary, but lines over 20 minutes are a no-go for him.  And asking a preschooler to learn to deal with it is, let’s face it, impossible.

This trip, however, we may have an advantage.  Lines should still be relatively short, but for those that aren’t we may have the option of using a Disability Access Service Card.  

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Brown Baggin’ It

I’m a very bad lunch packer.  I think somewhere in my life I just got so, so, sick of PBJs, lunch meat sandwiches, and Lunchables that packing a homemade lunch just turns my stomach.  I’ve tried other options, but when you add in packing a lunch for someone ELSE it just becomes too much of a PITA to bother and what the heck, let’s just eat out since we’re already out anyway.  This has been compounded by picky kids who won’t even eat that ham sandwich that you actually bothered to make even though it sounded like the least appetizing thing to bring.

So when I started looking for ideas on how to cut costs on our next trip, you can imagine how frustrating it is to see person after person (after person) suggest brown bagging it.  I mean,  UGH. We’re already doing 2/3rds of our eating at quick service locations to minimize stress for the kids, but now I don’t even get that food made for me?

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Best Plan Ever….

I’m a planner.  And a list maker.  Always have been, I guess.  I would irritate my parents with my endless questions of, “But when?” and, “How long?”  Call it cognitive inflexibility if you’d like, but specifics make me happy.  That’s what this blog is.  It’s my plan, written down.  Our plan, actually.  Myself, my husband, the boy, and the girl.  Well, as much as a preschooler and a toddler can consent to a plan.

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