My gradual decent into a life I never meant

Disneyland is always fun. When I was younger and would see adults there without kids and I would think, “ What the hell? They aren’t going to have any fun!” Now that I’m older I don’t think I’ve gone with kiddos at all. So imagine my surprise when my brother and sister-in-law invited me this Thursday to Disneyland. They have three little boys. Jackson is turning six on Tuesday (Hence the Disneyland trip) Rory is four and Tanner is three. Jackson is a lot of talk and more than not will not want to go on anything. Rory is renegade and will ride anything. Tanner…hmmmm, Tanner will probably sit next to me and tell me baby jokes. Or talk about poop. That’s all he does now. I think the adult to kid ratio will work out. Jackson will want toys, Rory will want food and Tanner will want me to sing him songs about Spiderman being a baby and needing a diaper change. The more I think about this, the more I wonder if this is going to be enjoyable. I bet it will totally be fun and exhausting and challenging and at worst, I will have a crap load of amazing stories. Maybe I can convince my sister-in-law to dress them up in their Halloween costumes! One fact remains though, regardless of what kid has what meltdown or whatnot: I am not going on those stupid teacups! That’s not a freaking ride, that’s a torture chamber!