Don’t be confused by the calendar on our fridge labeled: Countdown to Disney.I’ve been informed that the blocks representing the dates between now and our trip to the most magical place on earth are not what they seem.
In fact, each time I take my crayola marker and make an X through another day, I am–in the opinion of my oldest child–only bringing us closer to catastrophe. He calls my chart “The Countdown to Death.”
As all thing are with this child, even a trip to Disney and exciting first plane trip have turned morbid and dramatic. I’d blame him, but he comes by his freaky Stephen King nature genetically from me. I just never thought he’d be afraid to fly.
Oh wait. He’s afraid of tornadoes, volcanoes, hurricanes, fire, the dark, his shadow…need I go on? Perhaps I should have seen this coming. Problem is, I didn’t. And the tickets are non-refundable. So, bottom line, we’re looking for suggestions on how to sedate him before the flight. Because we’re taking that plane to Disney–if only to prove to him that he’s wrong about the safety of air travel.
In the meantime, I’m going to live life to the fullest for the next 9 1/2 weeks — just in case he’s labeled the chart more accurately than I have.