My husband and I decided to seize the opportunity last weekend when he had some time off work. We took our five children to Disney World. It may have seemed ambitious, especially with our youngest being just five weeks old, but we live only a couple of hours away and hadn’t visited the magical world of Disney in years. The entire trip can be summed up by saying that it had its fair share of highs and a few lows. Spending fourteen hours in a theme park meant a day filled with euphoric moments interspersed with occasional bouts of misery.
No one truly prepares you for the journey just to reach the park itself. It involved a 20-minute drive from our hotel to a vast parking lot, followed by a crowded tram ride, a choice between the monorail or ferry, and then enduring two seemingly never-ending lines – one for tickets and another for park entry stamps. By the time I stepped foot in the park, I was already a little drained.
