Bridget Jones’s Update of Day 4: BMI: 25.5(+0.3) which kinda sucks. But I had a salty lunch (another post) perhaps this played a part. Activity Level: Super Slug, nothing but errands. Meditation: Still not in yet. Oy. Brief Observations: Amazing sleep but still freakin’ t-i-r-e-d.
Something tells me Dr. Alejandro Junger ( Clean Detox ) would not approve of Disney. Not one little bit.
What is more artificial, manufactured than the House of the Mouse? From rides to food (with the exception of walking that’s probably pretty good) the Magic Kingdom is the HoHos of Clean experiences.
And it starts off with the planning.
I’ve never been so stressed. Well actually I have, and that’s when I was planning my wedding. On an island. In a different state. While getting my M.B.A. And doing a fellowship.
But I digress.
It started off so innocently. The Hubby has a conference coming up at Disney World– and perhaps the family could come for a few days of fun? Room rates decent. Kids totally primed (we’ve been holding off going until they were old enough.) Sure let’s try.
So long-story short our Disney World trip 2-3 days has turned into a 5 day odyssey for more money than one would guess. Perhaps we can finance the experience using our smallest child (he’s really cute) as collateral? I jest. (And it wouldn’t work anyway.)
And so we, my well-meaning husband and I, stayed up late working out flights (that work with his conference), accommodations, Princess breakfasts (holy crap, who knew you would pay $60 for eggs– not on Clean — and be happy to do it!) It really became an exercise of excess and cost analysis. You stay 3 days, cost-wise you might as well stay 5– you’re going to spend about the same. And if you’re spending THAT much you better stay longer. Oh and don’t forget the kids would love to do this… and that oh and that too! (Kaching! Kaching!)
And that is how I went to sleep. Thinking- “Disney: Where Dreams Come True*”
* Applies to Kids Only. Nightmares and/or Stress Dreams are Specially Reserved For Parents.