I know I need to update y’all on our recent trip to Disney World, but this post basically wrote itself, and I couldn’t wait to tell you.
Disclaimer: You may want to put down that breakfast burrito before you dive into this post. As a matter of fact, you will probably want to avoid any type of burrito for a week or two after you read this. And if reading the word vomit makes you want to do so, you will probably want to stop reading right about…
Sometimes I think I’m still on the fence about this whole idea of homeschooling our kids (now 2 1/2 and 1). I KNOW it’s what I want to do, I just don’t know if I’m cut out for it.
I know I’ve mentioned before that we party like rock stars on our weekly date night, but it never ceases to amaze me how relaxing a trip to Chipotle, Target, Barnes & Noble, or the proctologist can be when no children are FREAKING OUT in your ear because they ran out of milk.
(Did she just say proctologist?)
Disclaimer: This post is sponsored by my bladder and not the company mentioned below or by Apple. But hey, Apple, if you want to sponsor this nonsense, by all means get in touch.
Date night has changed since we had kids.
Before JJ was born in 2010, Brian and I went to concerts, ate expensive meals and stayed out until at least 11 p.m. We didn’t have a set day or time for our dates; we just went when and where the mood led us.
I know, we party hard.
Like the Puritans.