I ran into an old friend at WDW this year. Aside from the fact that it was totally surreal to actually see someone I knew among that mass of strangers, what struck me about our brief catch-up visit was this: she specified that she and her family were there on a “trip,” not a “vacation.” Her reasoning was that vacations are relaxing, and Disney World is anything but.
I understand what she meant. When I leave WDW, I’m completely exhausted: physically, mentally, and emotionally. I’ve been trying to keep up with three very busy boys for a week (or so), brokering peace when necessary (I’m very glad I took those negotiations classes when I worked in the insurance industry – though at the time I didn’t realize I’d need them in my career as a mom), enduring heat and humidity and thunderstorms, trying to make sure that everyone gets to do everything they want to do before we run out of time, and – the big one – helping them through the let-down of boarding the Magical Express on its way back to the airport. By the time we get home, we need at least a week to recover. Not that I’m complaining; it’s just that I get what my friend meant about Disney being a lot of work.
Sometimes, I think about the days when it will be Disney for Two, instead of Disney for Five. With our oldest now in junior high, the days of Disney-trips-for-two suddenly seem not so far away. Will it be nice to not have to rush madly from one attraction to the next, to sit and enjoy a nice meal rather than grabbing a quick hot dog, and maybe even visit a spa or play a round of golf? It sounds nice. Relaxing. Serene. And maybe it will be. But I think I’ll be longing for the days of trying to keep up with three busy boys as they race around the World trying to experience it all. That’s a kind of magical energy you can’t find anywhere else.