Rage Against The Minivan

A couple weeks ago, we took the kids on a trip to Disney World to take part in the Disney Social Media Moms Conference. It’s a great experience that provides a conference for bloggers and several days of fun for our families. The last time we went was in 2013, and I was honored to be invited again . . . and also a little excited because two years really makes a difference. On our last trip the kids were 8, 6, 6, and 4, and I feel like their current ages mean that they will have better memories . . .

I teach a class on diversity and pyschotherapy, and we explore the impact of privilege. We talk about inherent privilege based on race, gender, sexual orientation, and lack of disability. But yesterday, I was reminded of another one. I call it dad privilege. Dad privilege is when you have a repairman in your home all day, watching you interact with your kids, cook dinner, do laundry, empty lunchboxes, etc. And then your husband comes home in the evening and you leave for an appointment, and . . .

This post was sponsored by TomTom. I have struggled with direction my whole life. Not the existential kind of direction (although that's true, too) but the practical kind. I am constantly lost. I have no internal compass whatsoever. When you're about to hit a pinata with a blindfold on, and someone spins you around to disorient you first? That's my baseline. I've been this way my entire life and have tried a myriad of strategies to fix it, but there is just something broken. It's like a . . .

I've been keeping a big secret from the kids that I've know about for a year now . . . This summer, we are going on a family safari with National Geographic to Tanzania. I've been waiting to tell the kids because, as kids are, they are impatient with time. If I told them too early, they would get frustrated and their excitement would wane. We are about a month out from the trip and I decided now was the perfect time to reveal the trip. I decided to make them clue cards that would slowly . . .