At home I do most of the cooking. But on this trip the only way we will have time to do anything is if Linda has dinner ready when I finish work so we can eat quick and head out the door to Disney. To make this possible I assembled an assortment of easy to make dinners: canned ravioli, bologna sandwiches, hotdogs, etc.
At 4:42 today, I came out of my office and found the family still in the pool. I suggested dinner get started, let me know when it is ready. The next time I looked at my clock it was 5:34! Dinner should have been finished 34 minutes ago. By now we should be in the car approaching the intersection on Rt 192, center lane, 32mph to get perfect traffic light timing. I checked on the family and... They were still in the pool!
See what I mean? Absolutely no discipline to the schedule. The 38 page itinary is King, the schedule is the master and what I saw was complete anarchy! My family, believing they were on vacation, traded work list for reckless abandonment such that nothing was done!
I whipped up some Tacos, burritos, nachos and Taco Salad while everyone came in from the pool and changed. I packed the bags and at 7:48, with more than two hours of our precious Disney experience lost, we boarded the mini-van and headed out.
First stop? We needed to go to a pharmacy to fill prescriptions. Not the Walgreens that sat a quarter mile from our house. No. A pharmacy all the way out in Celebration! There are funny rules with the prescriptions. Linda spent hours coordinating the timing of the prescriptions and making sure we would be able to get everything we needed. Of the many challenges, prescriptions can only be filled within 3 days of running out, which makes traveling very difficult. Something new: in Florida the prescription must be signed by an MD, not a nurse practitioner. Therefore the pharmacy refused to fill the prescriptions. All the planning and coordinating is out the window. We don't know what we will do now, but we will figure it out tomorrow.
Frustrated, we decided to salvage the night with miniature golf. There wasn't time to do Winterland so we decided to golf at a place on Rt 192. But when we walked up to the counter the cashier explained their credit card machine was broken. Who carried cash anymore? Not I! So we left and continued down 192 to find miniature golf that accepted plastic. It wasn't the place we wanted to go, not even the second place we wanted, but we were trying to salvage a bad night that kept getting worse.
The golf was fun, except for the boys continually arguing who would go first. But I got my payback. Linda recorded them dancing with me on hole 17.
We had to hit a grocery store before returning to the house because, believe it or not, Walmart doesn't have everything. I was surprised to find neither store carried manwhich. Manwhich! I thought that was a staple. We loaded up with more wine and headed home around 11pm.
Three days in Florida and we have yet to set foot in Disney World. Maybe tomorrow.
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