Secrets are not our forte around chez Mom-101. Nate tends to blurt out a week before Valentine’s Day, “oh okay…I got you earrings.” He just gets so excited that he can’t resist. Which is also why I tend to forgive him when he goes Christmas shopping on the 24th. Then when he tells me that night in bed what he got me, I can still count it as a surprise. Kind of.
But this time, we did it.
I can’t believe it..but we pulled it off.
By the time you read this, we’ll have woken the kids up at 5AM, and said, “guess what…? We’re going on an adventure.”
Their bags are packed, filled with sundresses and swimsuits. Our Jet Blue tickets are safely tucked away in my purse.
I figure at JFK they’ll learn that we’re going to Orlando. But not until Orlando will they realize they’re going on the launch of the Disney Fantasy Cruise Ship.
Ya know…some press junkets you just can’t say no to.
I’ve never been a cruise ship gal (perhaps because I’ve never been on a cruise ship), and I’ll be honest, to some degree it terrifies me. Then again, there’s still that little girl in me circa 1980, with the residual Love Boat fantasies.
I’m wearing something white and flowing, maxi-length and off the shoulder, looking wistfully off the Lido Deck at the moonlit ocean, all alone while my winged hair blows in the breeze. Isaac, Your Bartender, comes up to me placing a gentle hand on my bare shoulder to say that it’s okay, Mr. Right is out there somewhere. Maybe even…right here. Just then, a handsome guest star–perhaps Willie Aames or Patrick Duffy–appears out of the shadows. I run into his arms, passing Dr. Joyce Brothers along the way. We embrace. Isaac, Your Bartender, nods to himself and smiles. The entire Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders squad runs past us, but we’re too lost in the moment to notice.
Or, you know. I’ll be chasing Princess Jasmine down for an autograph while my 4 year old tells me she has to pee.
I’ll let you know either way.