There’s a certain kind of tired that doesn’t go away with a good night’s sleep. It’s the we haven’t gone anywhere tired. The kind where you don’t actually want to pack bags or sleep in another bed, but you do want to feel like the scenery changed for a minute. That’s when I start thinking…
Some weekends I open my phone on Friday night and think, we should do something tomorrow, and then immediately remember that “something” usually costs about the same as a small car payment. Central Florida is magical, yes, but it’s also really good at convincing you that fun requires tickets, parking fees, and snacks that somehow…
The first time I pushed a stroller through a theme park security line at 8:07 a.m., I remember thinking, This feels ambitious. Not bad. Not exciting. Just ambitious. Eric was two, clutching a stuffed dinosaur like it had legal authority, and I had already sweated through my shirt before rope drop. Welcome to Orlando parenting….