Grown-Up Time

We would leave the resort by about 9:00 a.m. and return around 7:00 p.m. Actually I don’t really remember what time we’d get back in the evening, I just knew it was dark. The exception was Wednesday when after a few short hours at Hollywood Studios, we returned by late afternoon. We had actually hired a stranger to come to our place to watch the kids so we could go out for a romantic dinner at Narcoosee’s, which was at the Grand Floridian Resort (romantic?! *snort*).

Jedi Training

Stereotypical photo op

One of the few days I remembered my hat

"No paparazzi!"

I had “reserved” the babysitter well in advance from a very reputable company, Kid’s Nite Out, but it was still hard to imagine that we were just going to let someone we’d never met in a strange city entertain the kids for a few hours.   The company called the day before to get the resort number and was told we would have Brandy. When she showed up at the door right on time, I opened it and said, “You must be Brandy!” “My name is Sarah.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I must have misunderstood.” About that time Aitch came running up to us. Sarah said to Aitch, “You must be Ava!”

“OK. Wait a second. We have two children, ages ten and three, boy and girl. We’re going out to dinner,” I summarized. I wondered for a moment if we had the wrong babysitter (she had on a shirt with the company’s logo), which might have meant she had brought activities and games for someone else’s kids, ages, and gender. She assured me that aside from the names, she was in the right place. We welcomed her and her small pink suitcase full of age-appropriate activities inside.

We had rented a movie for the evening (free) and arranged for a pizza to be delivered (a tip we were given by a castmember. It was delicious non-Disney pizza!). Plus, Sarah offered to take them to the rec-area at the main building (with our permission) which had video games, puzzles, air hockey, etc. The only thing she wasn’t allowed to do per the company was allow the kids to play in water, including giving either of them a bath.

My husband and I didn’t give them another thought after we walked out of the room.

Ferry boats ran from our resort to Downtown Disney. From there we took a bus to the Grand Floridian where our reservations were at 7:00. From our resort to the restaurant, it took us just shy of 90 minutes. I’m glad we left with plenty of time. I can’t vouch for how nice the inside of Narcoosee’s was because the lights were turned so dim, I could barely make out Sparring Partner across the table from me. I ended up sitting next to him for a while, but it wasn’t for the romance, but because the table behind me had three little kids, including an infant, screaming their heads off.

Grand Floridian Lobby

They left shortly after we arrived. We enjoyed an incredible dinner and could view the fireworks over Magic Kingdom from our table. It was such a nice evening I almost forgot about the the biggest roach I had seen in my life run across our path shortly after we exited the restaurant.

Dessert, thankyouverymuch

We relieved Sarah around 11:00 p.m. She handed over a form that indicated what they had done the past few hours, including the time each kid went to bed even though there were only 15 minutes between the two of them hitting the hay, and a grand total for her services. With tip, we shelled out 160 smackers for her services.

The next morning (bright and effin-early, of course!), Aitch’s first question was where was her friend. “Who’s your friend?” I asked. “My friend with the pink suitcase,” she explained. It was sweet. The kids had a great time with her. We would definitely recommend Kid’s Nite Out.

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5 thoughts on “Grown-Up Time

  1. That dessert looks INCREDIBLE.
    Glad you and SP got out for the evening.
    Now I am jonesing for a DW vacation! (Although we’re thinking we’ll go to Disneyland next, for Carsland of course)

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  3. I had to read the sentence twice where you said how long it took you to get to your destination.
    Did you have to get out and push the bus?

    I want that chicks job. Play for a few hours, make kids happy, make parents happy, and earn an assload of money.

    The pic of you with the dessert is great. You can see the happy in your eyes. I love the top (dress?) too……and sooo glad the noisy neighbor table kids left. Though it usually makes me happy that they aren’t mine and I don’t have to deal with them.

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