Panic in the pictures….
Do you smell that? That is panic… sheer panic. There is not enough time in the next week to get all that Pinterest demands I do to have a great family vacation. That sounded more sane in my head. We are headed to Disney World next week. To clarify, I will be in Orlando starting on Sunday and enjoy sweet sweet solitude with 2500 of my closest peers at a conference. Then the boys, J and my (amazing, yet unscarred) parents are flying down to meet me to stalk Mickey.
Mickey and I are having a love hate relationship. I enjoy how much my kids love him. I hate that everything with his face on it costs 14.99 and up. Really Mickey? Give the girl a break. Never mind, I’m married to a guy who can’t tell his kids no. Heck, he bought a box of fruit for $90… only to make the fruit guy at the door go away. We.Are.Screwed.
I can’t handle it…. I feel like we are heading to a remote island with no Target (oh the horror)… do we have enough shampoo? It’s not like I have a car.. and spending $25 on shampoo shaped like Jake and the Never Land pirates is NOT an option (J- I’m talking to you, buddy). If my kids come back smelling like chlorine, don’t judge. And if I come back smelling like rum.. don’t judge.
Rum smells better than panic.
Martinez Madness 