I am writing this late at night in the hotel room. My children are asleep...FINALLY. We are having a good time and I could ~and probably will~ write an endless list of the happy moments, but not right now.
Right now, I am exhausted...worn out...done...FRUSTRATED.
Who are these children I have been schlepping around the park and what have they done with mine?
They bicker...they fight...they poke and instigate and mouth off...they wrestle with each other and knock into others and I cannot separate them because it's just me. I cannot send one off with another adult and take the other in the opposite direction.
Once again tonight, plans to stay and watch the night show were ruined. Last night it was because after standing in a long line for a ride that we had already ridden earlier in the day with no wait, but The Girl insisted we ride again, she announced that she HAD to pee...even though we'd done so before we got on the line. I told her that if, as we literally approached the turn-style for our turn, she had to go so bad that we had to leave the line, we'd be leaving the park.
Guess who went home for the night?
Tonight it was by me sticking to my guns. They had been bickering and whining all day. I'd found us a spot to wait for the parade and then fireworks, things they were both excited to see. All they had to do was sit and they couldn't do it. They poked and prodded and bugged each other. After several warnings they did it again and so we left... with them in tears.
I used to have the children that everyone envied. The ones who got along and behaved in public. This time, I have the children that get stares and dirty looks from others.
I'm frustrated and embarrassed and of course, these are the times where I get all "Woe is Me" because I have no help and I'm tired of having to do it all by myself and also mad at myself because I should be able to do it all by myself.
ETA: This post was written right smack in the middle of our trip to Disney. I'm happy to report that they did pull it together and we stayed for the show on my birthday...not without issue... five minutes before, despite having gone to the restroom before leaving the restaurant, The Boy HAD to pee and Mama was NOT losing our good spot... he ended up peeing in a bush... at Disney... I about died, but at least I got to see fireworks on my birthday!