Jalapeños are a Lifestyle

So there we are on a boat in Disney World heading from the Magic Kingdom to the Fort Wilderness campground for the Hoop De Doo Revue and my youngest is having a conversation with my husband in the seat behind me. The next thing I know I hear “MOM!” in the you-are-not-telling-me-the-truth voice and I know that this is my cue to debunk some outlandish daddy-lie that my husband has concocted to disturb the peace of my home. So she looks at me and says in the most incredulous voice I have heard in a long time. “Mom!! Is it TRUE that some people CAMP OUT instead of spending the night in a hotel?!?”

I am not exagerating when I say that it took me a good five minutes complete with crossing my heart and hoping to die that it was true that some people CAMPED instead of spending the night in the hotel. Is this a high maintenance city girl or what?

I spent the day doing laundry, cleaning the car, and otherwise making preparations for our family vacation in DisneyWorld. (Yes, the car must be clean before you go. Otherwise the mommy-initial-stress level is entirely too high.) When Stan came home from work I asked him for a copy of The Schedule so that I could know where our dinner reservations were for the days before he arrived. He asked me if I wanted a laminated or unlaminated copy. I laughed…funny joke…and said that an unlaminated copy would be sufficient.

So here I sit next to Stan while he is working on something quite diligently and it hits me…..HE IS LAMINATING THE DISNEYWORLD SCHEDULE!! I thought he was joking. I should have known better. If I could make stuff like this up, I could have a career writing for a sitcom.

I don’t know what to say or how to say it. It’s been brought to my attention that I am very likely suffering from clinical depression. Yes I know that it is not some kind of sign of weakness. Yes I know it isn’t anything to be ashamed of. I really DO know all of that but you know….I had enough wrong with me already. I didn’t need to add another label. Nevertheless, I don’t get anything out of living in denial and then course, I have an obligation to my family to be the best that I can be. I will be taking active steps to correct the problem so you don’t need to worry about me too much, but I would appreciate your prayers. So by this point you’re likely wondering why on earth I have this titled the way that I do? Well, because just like God had the caravan set out to pick up Joseph long before he was in the pit, He has used not one, not two, but THREE people to deliver actual snail mail messages of encouragement to me today and they were all in the mail long before I had the epiphany regarding my mental health. I don’t remember the last time I had three actual handwritten letters in the mail on one day! I think we’ve forgotten what joy a message with a stamp on it can bring to others. I know I am going to try to remember to send more myself.

The WDW fanatics are running wild through the house. Less than a week to go….