Saturday, August 3, 2013

That Thing With My Shoes



We made it home!! Vacations are FANTASTIC, but a lot of WORK!! Yikes I'm tired. We all had a great time. We did the pre-boarding thing that Disney offered. We leave our luggage in the hallway and they take it to the airport and check it for us and we pick it up at our final destination. Super easy. Especially when traveling with children. Sounds great, right? We had to have all of our luggage in the hallway last night by 10:30pm. Ugh. We drew the short straw this week and had the late dinner time. We didn't get out of dinner until 10pm each night. I did some packing yesterday afternoon. I had everything ready to go except our dinner clothes and toiletries. MY plan was to come back after dinner and shove our dinner clothes in a suitcase and pack all the toiletries except the absolute necessities for the next morning. You know, toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant. That last one is a MUST! I thought I had it together. I should know though after years of travel with Mr. Mayer his OCD would get the best of him. By 9pm he was getting anxious. By 10pm he was wanting to run to the room. We did make it back to the room. I did not run. We still have 30 minutes after all! Sheesh. Mr. Mayer runs downstairs to pick up our packet of pictures. I go get the kids changed into PJ's and start packing the rest of our crap junk stuff. Mr. Mayer gets back the room. We still have 10 minutes. I am almost done. Mr. Mayer is very OCD crazed frenzied particular insane meticulous about packing. He starts putting everything not nailed down into suitcases. No biggie. I let him go crazy pack and set everything in the hallway. We get everyone into bed and set the alarm for butt crack of dawn. Ugh. That's the worst part about traveling. It always happens so early. The next morning we get up, get dressed, brush teeth, brush hair, etc. We have to be off the boat by 7am. It's 6:45, plenty of time. We start putting on shoes. I get the kids shoes on. Mr. Mayer has his shoes on. Hmmmm, my shoes are missing. They were in the floor by the bed last night. They are not there this morning. *&^&%$$*(()&(%*$%%!!!! My shoes must have been packed. I internally start to panic. Visions of Brittany Spears walking out of a public bathroom start going through my mind. Honey Boo Boo comes to mind. The ultimate embarrassment of having to walk through an airport barefoot goes through my mind. No. No. No. This is not happening. I'm about to die. I call Guest Services and ask if our luggage has been taken already. I then explain why. I think I hear her stifle a laugh. She offers to send me a pair of the spa booties I can wear. YES!! At this point anything. She then says that I can go down to the terminal and look for my suitcases and see if I can find them. Ha! By the time I get my spa shoes it is 7am. The buses are getting ready to leave. I put the spa booties on and prance out. The terminal is a chaotic pit. There is not way I am going to find my suitcases and figure out which one has my shoes and make the bus in time and preserve Mr. Mayer's sanity. For the good of my marriage I wear the spa shoes to the airport. Hoping the whole time I can find a pair of flip flops or something at the airport. Ha! There is apparently a shortage in flip flops. I never found a single one. The spa shoes rubbed blisters on my toes and were a size to small. But--I had shoes. I did not have to go barefoot through parking lots and two airports. Thank. Goodness. Can you imagine?

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