Or... a Day in the Life of a Mildly Hypomanic Dad. So my mother-in-law treated us all to Disney World. I had already started moving into the high range after a crap depression and then I walk up to the front gate of Magic Kingdom for the first time and there is the magic castle in the background and singing and excitement all around (maybe everyone was hypo) the elation kicks in, the colors, the details, everything and I have to put on sunglasses to hide my tears of happiness (do other people here become saps in mild mania?) This kicks into higher gear when I find out we have to take a boat to get to the park. My wife is noticing the tears and she knows what I'm going through and she is happy for me.. but also nervous. I about flip a lid and lose my voice in joyous battle cries in Space Mountain. Then I start to get annoyed that nobody else is amazed at the faux iron work and think my wife is ignoring me so I lose my family on purpose and sulk for a half hour or so until my wife finds me and brings me back. Things get awesome again. And here I am.... waiting for fireworks and a long sleepless night before hitting the Epcot in the morn.