Navigating life as a (second)wife, (step)mom, and (frazzled)bear with inappropriate laughter and near-perfect hindsight.
I’ve heard the term “Park Warrior” a few times since I made that crazy career change from the tech world to travel planning and writing. It’s not a phrase I paid much attention to because, well, I’m closing in on 53, and words that start or end with “Warrior” do not really fit into my … Continue reading Disney & Denim (Don’t Mix)
It turns out that not everything that happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. It turns out that, sometimes, Vegas giveth and taketh away. It turns out that some souvenirs are the worst, even if free.
“Wait, so you’re, like, a real travel agent?” Often, when I hear this, I wonder if what I feel isn't exactly how Pinocchio felt when questioned about his real boy-ness. “Yes,” I want to respond, “According to all the hotel chains, I am real. According to all the cruise lines, I am real. According to … Continue reading To Travel (Agent) or Not To Travel (Agent)
One of the most common things I hear from people when I tell them we are cruising (again) is, “Oh, I could never do that … “ I always volley back with, “Oh, but you could and you should and go sign up immediately because you will still have two years to hem and haw.”
Me: “Oh, I’m going on vacation in a few weeks/days” Random People: “Yeah, but you’re like always on vacation now, right?
If your child is experiencing their terrible-seventeens ... you might want to upgrade that vacation WiFi package.
The approach of vacation, in our home, comes with a bag of mixed emotions. There is excitement, as we know we will be going somewhere soon. There is trepidation, as we my family knows that as go-time approaches, there will be a slow rise of “supercritical things to do around the house.”
My husband just did his favorite thing - even more of his favorite because it involved my usual post vacation funk. And by funk, I mean, after months and months of planning vacations, I tend to come home and have a meltdown. I pretend I'm not going to. I try not to. I tell myself … Continue reading Reentry
I hate coming home from vacations. Love the vacations. But re-acclimating sits extremely high on the list of things I don't excel at. And this week's return had some added factors that have resulted in my family clearing any room I enter. I hear them before I appear, but by the time I cross the … Continue reading Breathing Fire