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Back from Disney World!
While I have had to go through a bit of a crisis to admit this, if I'm being honest, I loved every minute of it! (**See below for the exception). Which is difficult for me to say with my alter Eco - ego, who prefers to tread lightly upon the earth, shop organic, practice yoga and play with wooden toys. In Disney it's sensory overload and while I'm quite sure Walt Disney world has the ecological footprint of a wooly mammoth, I've never seen Clara's eyes sparkle quite like they did on the ride Soarin', which very realistically simulated flying in a hang-glider over the coast of California. As most children and adults around me pushed back into their seats with a bit of fear, she leaned out over the edge of her seat squealing in delight, "Hello down there!" And the way Zoe blushed when she gazed up at PRincess Aurora and said "Am I a princess too and do you love me?". And the Tin Man, I mean Max, was on fire designing robots in Epcot (or as Zoe called it, Apricot). It was sweet family fun for 8 days and even the nights became sweet once Dave and I realized it was better to keep them up at the parks 2 hours past their normal bedtime, rather than torture ourselves in a one room hotel room while they inflicted emotional pain on each other as if they were spraying it out of an aerosol can.
I'm so crazy for Disney I actually considered signing up for Disney Vacation Club, signing on for a Disney Rewards Mastercard and purchasing a season's pass. The utter lunacy of this finally sunk in so I walked away un-tethered. But I do feel strongly that we'll go back annually or at least every other year. Don't even get me started on the hotel room where there are no dishes to be done, snack vending machines are in the laundry room and fairies come every day when I'm gone and clean my suite. And leave washcloths fashioned into Disney Characters along the vanity.
The exception:
**The public bathrooms, in which I spent allot of time with wee Zoe and wee Clara, left me feeling quite allot like I do after cooking poultry, which I no longer do by the way. It left me feeling infected. Completely and utterly infected with millions of parasites running about and coating my clothing and skin. And the clothing and skin of Zoe and Clara who accompanied me. Pre children, thanks to my mighty hamstrings & street smarts, I was able to maintain a completely touchless experience in the bathroom. And unless the potty critters were jumpers, I was getting out with nary a germ to be found. When I see my girls sitting on the public potty, especially when they are not in Whole Foods Market, it makes me feel like they might as well be sitting on a toilet seat made of raw poultry. And let's be honest. It's not all that clean in my house all the time. Yes I swish and swipe daily, but I"m not in the habit of using cleaning products that involve bleach. But the germs in our house are my germs. We live together everyday and have special agreements. LIke I won't destroy all of them with bleach and they agree to not populate to the extent that I am aware of them. Things seem to have been going quite nicely.
But I have no familiarity whatsoever with the germs we encounter on the foreign Orlando potties and yes, I do wipe them down and place the paper covers on them. But then I don't have systems in place to deal with the fact that the 3 of us (me, zoe and clara) are typically all in one stall at one time and with all the shuffling around in a space the size of a shoebox, I'm quite sure that every surface of each of our bodies, at one point, comes in contact with every surface of the toilet and surrounding area. There are many other things I could say about this that disgusts me, but I don't want to cast a sooty shadow on what was otherwise, a trip filled with sparkling clean good fun!
More photos to follow...
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