Ears Tears Suitcase Fears

 Last Morning at Disney: Ears, Tears & Suitcase Fears

We waited for Erin and the boys to say our goodbyes, which felt less like parting and more like the end of a reality show season finale. I went in search of Mickey Mouse ears—because my backpack has a designated “ear zone,” obviously. $35 for something I’ll never wear and will eventually donate to the “Why Did I Buy This?” bin. But hey, it completes the look.

Packing: The Sequel

We said our goodbyes and began the sacred ritual of shoving suitcases into the car. Thank goodness we didn’t buy much—unless you count two robots, a Light saber, snacks, and a questionable amount of emotional baggage. My backpack didn't fit in the back, so I had to hold it like a needy toddler.

Shoutout to my lavender sweatshirt, which I wore every single day like it was my emotional support hoodie. Best $6.00 I ever spent—basically a hug with sleeves.

LA Arrival: Hilton Hijinks

We made it across town to the Hilton with zero mishaps. Miracles do happen. We walked into the room and saw two queen beds. Cozy? Yes. Ideal? No. I paid extra for my own room because I love Michael—but not enough to share a bed after a week of Disney chaos. Luckily, I was just two doors down. Close enough to borrow toothpaste, far enough to avoid snoring.

Fine Dining at McDonald’s

We grabbed supper at McDonald’s. It wasn’t bad. I mean, after a week of $80 burgers and pretzels with theme songs, a $5 combo meal felt like a Michelin experience.

Airport Adventures

The next morning, we were up at 4:30 AM. That’s not morning—that’s still yesterday. Rob and Zak returned the rental car and Ubered back like seasoned travel ninjas. The shuttle took us straight to the airport, and my suitcase wheels were rattling like they were auditioning for a percussion solo. I half expected one to roll off and file for retirement.

Security was smooth for Rob. Zak, however, was the plot twist. We told him to ditch the grommets in his shorts—those things cause more drama than a reality show reunion. This time? A water bottle. Rookie move. TSA held us up for 15 minutes while Zak learned the ancient art of hydration etiquette.

Gate, Bacon, and Earbud Olympics

We got to the gate and grabbed breakfast. I chose bacon because muffins are just cake pretending to be breakfast. I bought juice for the boys…Mom forgot to buy them juice. That is what Mema is for right?

Boarding was smooth. I had a seat over the wing—no turbulence, no drama. Just me and my snack stash. Then, mid-takeoff, my earbud popped out and slid back two aisles like it was trying to escape. I gave up hope until a guy way behind me handed it back like a hero in a rom-com. Next time, I’m bringing the cheap earbuds. The good ones deserve better.

Home Sweet Home

We landed, got in the car, and—miracle of miracles—no suitcase Tetris. My roomy back end handled it like a champ. Brandy and I ran errands and grabbed pizza for supper. I spent the night because the kids begged me to. Honestly, if they lived near our church I’d pack up and move tomorrow. I miss them already.

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