Parenting Reality…

Sitting in a hotel in Fort Lauderdale with two kids with a skin rash and all 3 of them with ear infections. (It’s fine. Everything’s fine. We’re fine. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣)

Sipping a mini bottle of complimentary hotel wine out of plastic cups- not because they feel sorry for us, but because our room wasn’t ready when we arrived and it took 3 calls and 2 trips to the front desk to get the sheets and pillows we needed.

In case you thought this was all glam and rainbows and sunshine, sorry to disappoint.

The reality of it is, we’re whispering, texting each other memes, recapping our vacation, and trying to keep our laughter to ourselves and not wake the kids- in separate beds and preparing for ninja kicks from kids to each of our backs all night.

And when one of your kids describes sharting as “fart colors in her underwear” you can’t help but laugh! 😂

On our drive back from the Keys to the hotel near the airport we depart from tomorrow morning we talked about the travel, the trips, and giving these kids unforgettable real-life experiences.

Memories we’ll make together that’ll last a lifetime instead of stuff to fill their rooms and closets and shelves.

And where we could’ve let the current circumstances frustrate us, we’re laughing it all off, toasting to a helluva start to the year and to keeping it real. And these are the memories we’ll cherish too.

So if your parenting style is spontaneity with a side of chaos and a dash of plastic cup wine – cheers to you, friends!  We salute you.  Now tell us, what’s your best (or worst) hotel vacation story!
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