The Beginning of the Start
We had to get up very early to catch our flight to Disney World and Universal Theme Parks.
Like 3 am early.
We wanted to have plenty of time in case things went wrong.
Things always go wrong on every vacation. Not always big things, like forgetting a passport or no place to buy coffee, but small things: Misspelled names on tickets. Luggage weighing too much. Kleenex forgotten. No charger cords for iphones (ok, that’s a HUGE thing!)
So it’s good to have some extra time to deal with any random events, and since our flight boarded at 5:45, leaving by 4 seemed about right.
To my utter amazement, the previous night, the boyz had showered, one of them shaved, and were both in bed before 10pm.
I’m pretty sure it’s one of the signs of the apocalypse.
Being in bed that early would give them a solid 4 hours sleep. Not enough, but way better than getting just 1 or 2 hours sleep.
Then, again to my utter surprise, both boyz got up on time. No dragging them out of bed. No shouting. No use of water cannons. We did the final packing: Electronics. Chargers. CPAP machine. 40 bottles of meds, supplements, and vitamins. Some pharmacies are not as well-stocked as we were.
By 3:45, we were all ready to go. Again, shocking. I was pretty sure I was dreaming.
We packed up, set the alarm, made sure the stove, iron and nuclear reactor were turned off, then stuffed all the luggage into the car. Vegas-the-dog had been dropped off at her spa, yesterday.
So far, so good,
We left just a little after 4.
I won’t lie, I was a little anxious. Not about the drive, that was simple enough, but about all the things that could go wrong.
- I had done online check-in for the first time and I had no idea if that would work, (though I think you could probably guess the answer to that one).
- I had a delivery coming to the hotel that could go wrong.
- There was the whole illogical panic of not having my wallet or cell phone or passport.
All stupid stuff, but at 4am, yeah, the panic is real.
In my other life, I honestly didn’t worry about any of this. It was just me and Margot. But with the boys and a very tight schedule, any major failure could mean a disastrous vacation. I’m not sure if it’s an old age thing, that you worry a lot more, or a parenting thing. Or both. Or lack of booze.
But we arrived at the parking lot without any problems, The-Youngest talking for the entire ride, excited and sleep-deprived, which caused one of The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World’s eyes to twitch, which was a bit of a concern.
The price to park cost an arm and a leg but it was efficient, secure and easy, except the pay machine wouldn’t recognize when The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World tried to use the touch-screen buttons. She said it was because she had no soul this early in the morning.
Inside the terminal, we hit our first hiccough.
Yes, the online check-in worked, but the kiosks where you needed to print up the tags did not work. Gack!
We had to get in line for an assistant like the other 200 people. It was too bad, too, because up to that point, Air Canada had been awesome. Awesome when I called them. Awesome with their online stuff, but at the last moment, that fleeting instant when they could have had a clean sweep of awesome, they failed with the kiosk.
But remember. We’d arrived early, so even that lineup, even the line-up at security and even the line up at the café on the other side of the check-point didn’t cause us to miss the flight or even panic about missing the flight.
But in the back of my mind, I still wondered what would go wrong?