Some Time for Me?

Why isn't there ever any time for me? Just me? Maybe some time to sit back on the beach with a pina colada and meditate?
I anxiously awaited a recent vacation to the Disneyworld resorts. Was it a nice trip? Yes. If you eliminate the packing, the unpacking, the re-packing, and the unpacking again. Oh...and let's not forget the puking in the bag during the plane trip there. No, not my children...ME! I was so sick! All that turbulence totally shook me up. The shaking of the airplane wing freaked me out, too. I kept picturing the wing flying off and the plane crashing. Not good.
Of course it had to rain during our trip to Magic Kingdom. But, we made the most of it and shook it off. The good thing is that the lines weren't very long and we were able to ride almost everything. Niko decided that he was too old to be pushed in a stroller. Try walking around Disneyworld with a three-year-old....not fun! He kept running after the characters and running away from us. After two days of this, I suddenly found myself wishing for a vacation alone. Why didn't I go on a cruise, all alone? Someday, maybe.
In the meantime, it was great watching my children enjoy the vacation. To see the joy on their faces as Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck hugged them was something I will never forget. It was worth the puke, the packing, the expense, and the sunburn to see their happiness. Hey...Aladdin was quite cute, anyway.