We are finally underway, I'm driving, brother's wife is sitting in the passenger seat. Everyone else is in the back enjoying the skin-to-skin contact. It was almost 10:30. The kids were disappointed, but Brother & DH were trying to cheer them up.
Brother's wife was mumbling something about killing herself. Was she looking for suggestions? I know that’s a terrible thing to say, but at that moment, that’s how I felt. Sorry. She knows Brother's first wife died that way, don't play those head-games.
By the time we pulled into Discovery Cove, I was ready to kill someone.
This was the first time since Star taxi/Limo,(hissss bad) that I was this upset. We got out of the van, locked it and headed to the front door.
In the brochure for DC it says, "Leave your worries behind" I drove up with a vanload. I am so glad that when we walked into the lobby, the kids were so over-whelmed they had forgotten about everything else.
They were all immediately out of control, and all was right with the world again. Mother was pleased.
You have to have your picture taken in the lobby, then they make I.D. tags that you wear around your neck. Everyone except Brother's wife (and maybe scruffy, it was hard to tell) made a silly face.
Guess how long Em had hers?
A very happy lady came over and explained she was our tour guide. From the lobby she started walking backwards to different locations that were important to know. We stopped for the complementary family photo, and she continued to walk backwards through the park, showing us the gift shop (sorry Brother), cabanas, food court, smoking area, salt and fresh water tanks. She never looked behind her, not once. It was cool. When she was finished her tour, I had to ask her how long the backwards walking training took. Not long when you walk into enough trees, apparently.
We went to the area to choose either a wet suit or vest. I told DH that the water would be cold, so maybe he would be happier in a suit. I got all our girls and myself suits and we went into the changing rooms to get ready.
Em's didn't exactly fit very well. She got it on, but couldn't bring her arms forward (they were straight out, flung back) and Commando Nikki was trying to zip it up the back. I walked out of my dressing room and saw her nearly strangling the poor child. I told her the suits come in different sizes, just get her a bigger one. One tiny little problem, we now have a child stuck in a suit. The 'going on' part was much easier than the 'coming off' part. Took all three of us to get her out. Commando Nikki holding Em, Beatlebum & I yanking on the suit.
*POP* she was free, and Commando Nikki ran out to get her another one.
Inside the dressing rooms they have full length mirrors. Why do they do that? I walked by it and
**erkkk, hit the brakes!**
A suit has interesting bulges and wrinkles. They are all in the wrong places.
I don't think so.
I take the suit back off, and decided to get a vest instead. It was a wiser choice. I'm not afraid of a little cold water, I'm afraid of bulges and wrinkles in the wrong places.
So we are all ready to go, my girls and I, walking out of the dressing room singing our songs and there he was....
Scuba Steve.
I can't speak. I am immediately transformed from a wife and mother, into a giggling school girl. Was I really married to him?? Whoa!
"I feel like an idiot." DH says
I giggle.
"I look like an idiot, don't I?"
No you look like a god, but I am a giggling school girl and can't tell you that.
"I'm changing" Oh please don't! You are in the same category as the hot guys in kilts with electric guitars, the sweaty guy wearing a tool belt and the guy in a leather jacket on the back of a motorcycle.
"What’s wrong with you, mom?" Commando Nikki asked.
"Del's a hottie." I tell her.
"Okay, well, that’s just gross!" she says. That’s your opinion, daughter.
DH was happy I found him beautiful and kept the suit on.
Hooray!
Brother came along and pronounced him, Scuba Steve. We were having a ball. We went down to the fresh water tanks and had a swim.
The girls wanted to check out the fish so we went into the salt water tank, burrrr, and that’s where we learned....
Scuba Steve is afraid of fish.