Anti-Climax-itism

There's one thing I hate about getting excited. It's the fact that the excitement never lasts as long as the build-up. Personally, I've always been one of those people who hates the day after Christmas, or their birthday. You get so excited about something that means so much to you and then "POOF!" it's passed.

Vacation was fun. I love the resort, I love Magic Kingdom. I love the freedom vacation brings of going wherever and doing whatever. We actually did a lot of little things. We went to Magic Kingdom, Downtown Disney, Margaritaville, Ripley's Believe It or Not Museum, Mini Golfing, The Hard Rock Casino, the Beach, Blizzard Beach...and little things like the pool and shopping in between.

But then, it was breakfast together, and the drive to the Airport and we were off...it just felt like any other vacation day when it started, and before I knew it, we were home and vacation was just a memory.

The good thing about Memories is that they tend to erase all the stress. So now, vacation is a bunch of funny stories I can tell everyone. Like at Ripley's when Andrew played with his bum in the camera (a hidden camera, he didn't know it!). Or howling like Bloodhounds hot on the trail of the Casino Scent. Or hunting for Shark's Teeth on the beach in the middle of the night by the backlight of our Cell Phones. Yes, those are the memories I will pass on.

I truly am waiting for the next time the family can all be together, be it on vacation or just for a special occasion.