Vitamin D: The New Miracle Drug

Remember that time I complained incessantly about the cold, doomy, gloomy winter?

And how my husband, for his own survival, I suspect, bought me a happy light box?

Remember how I said that if the happy box didn't lift my winter-blued mood then we would have to think about doing something a little more drastic?

Yeah, well, we did something a little more drastic.

Trust me, I tried it all before we resorted to this. I did the yoga, I drank the wine, I jacked myself up on the caffeine, I even forced myself outside into freezing temperatures for the winter hikes.

None of it worked.

So we did the only thing left to do.

We purchased four plane tickets to The Happiest Place On Earth.



Here's what we didn't do, though. We didn't tell the children. I highly recommend this course of action when traveling with easily excitable, small people. Keeping them blissfully unaware eliminates any pre-trip sleepless nights and inevitable 'when-are-we-going?' whining.

We woke them up the morning of our departure, fed them their cheerios, and told them we were getting in the car and then on a plane and then on a tram and then on bus and then on another bus.

We really know how to get them excited.

The hurry up and wait day of travel was worth the effort. Because what we found when we finally reached the golden gates of Wally World the Magic Kingdom, surpassed all of my relatively low expectations.

I don't know whether it was the magic of Disney (*gag*, *gag*) or the diet of chocolate muffins (a.k.a. cake) for breakfast every morning, but these boys of ours, well, it turns out that they actually like each other. They behaved as if they were, um, friends for six glorious days.

They braved Darth Vader together. They saddled up next to each other on Spaceship Earth. They splashed and giggled together in the kiddie pool. They held hands and skipped their way down Main Street (taking great care to avoid anything princess related).

Who were these children?

Was it a miracle? A sprinkling of fairy dust from tinker bell? Or was it, perhaps, the mood altering effects of a kiddie sized vitamin D cocktail on a sugar cone?



Six days in the sunshine state + daily chocolate consumption = a whole lot of sugar coated vitamin D = happy.

Was it The Happiest Place On Earth? Nah, come on, it was Disney, and we're, you know, a liberal anti-big-establishment kind of family.

But it was pretty close.