Now that Disneyland Paris has been checked off my bucket list… Onto fun topics like Post-Disney Depression!
Post-Disney Depression Is A Thing?
I had no idea “PDD” was an actual thing until now. Admittedly, I’ve been feeling cranky and on-edge since I returned home this past Saturday, after a four-day trip to Disneyland Paris. But I didn’t know there was an actual term for it, not to mention a whole Google search dedicated to it?!
Nevertheless, here I am 72 hours post-Disneyland Paris, and also 29 days nicotine-free by the way, feeling pretty grumpy. And I’m not talking about Snow White’s dwarf, Grumpy. I’m talking, woah, this super irritable feeling I can’e seem to shake, grumpy. So it must be this thing they call Post-Disney Depression? One minute you’re attacking cotton candy with your mouth gaping open and the next minute you’re back home home and taking the trash out. Boom.
Even my son Noah must be feeling it because the very first morning he woke up in his own bed, Sunday, he said, “Good morning mama. I miss Disney.”
Dagger. Heart. Though I have to believe that’s a sign of a Disney experience done right.
So Noah and I spent yesterday morning watching Lilo & Stitch. It was his second time watching it, but my first. Don’t judge me.
And of course I had to squeeze a bag of Capri-Sun out into his newly-acquired Stitch cup and matching straw, which only cost €9 in total. Noah refuses to drink out of anything else right now. Yay for me. Sigh.
Yes, for some reason, of all the Disney characters Noah chose to become obsessed with on our trip…it was Stitch. And for the low-low price of €25, gah, Noah got to throw Stitch on his shoulders and bring him home from Disneyland Paris.
And for good measure, you can also bring home this matching fluffy Stitch sweatshirt for only €30!
Maybe it’s less PDD and more OMGMYWALLET
But First: Thank You Mom and Dad
I can’t even tell you at how many points during this trip I wanted to just call my mother and thank her for letting me be a kid when I was a kid. She and my dad made sure I was the happiest kid on earth when I visited Disney World’s Magic Kingdom as a child. No worrying about maps or money. Just Disney magic to be experienced. And now that I’m a parent I can truly appreciate everything they did for me. What a difference when roles are reversed!
I hope my dad was looking down from heaven last week, and smiling, as big as Noah was smiling for four straight days…
I’ll blog again about specifics around Disneyland Paris and Walt Disney Studios Paris, and the fabulous hotel we stayed at during our travels across the border. I’m gonna need another day or two to get my Disney Detox going though. It’s not really helping that Noah’s making me “talk like Stitch!” all the time. He wouldn’t even let me trim his fingernails and toenails today unless I pretended to be Stitch and narrated the whole ordeal in Stitch’s voice.
“Stitch gonna eat Noah’s nails. Noah’s nails look so yummy!”
Yes. These words actually came out of my mouth today while hunched over my five-year-old’s foot. I can’t tell if it’s making my PDD worse or not…but I think it may be helping Noah more than it is helping me. I guess it’s worth it then.
Has anyone else out there actually experienced PDD? Or am I just losing it? Help!