On Wednesdays We Wear Mouse Ears

Raise your hand if you’ve been to Disney. Or you’ve taken your family to Disney. Or if it’s in your plans in the future. Or if it’s something you’d *like* to do but aren’t sure if you can swing it.  I’m going to assume almost everyone’s hand is up at this point. 

Look I’m Woody. Howdy howdy howdy.

Look I’m Woody. Howdy howdy howdy.

We have very few set travel plans during this trip, and Disney has been one of those ‘maybe’ things—- if we think our kids will last X amount of days, if the weather cooperates, if it’s not totally booked, etc etc etc. Everyone and their mother knows it’s not a cheap vacation— some people save for years to be able to take their kids to The Happiest Place on Earth. #magicisntfreeyo

So, there we are...headed south toward the Keys, trying to outrun the cold, knowing we are cruising straight through Florida....and Tyler and I decided ‘ya know what? Let’s do it! Why not?!?’ (I mean, that’s basically the theme of the overall trip) After 2 calls to the Most Magical Hotline on Earth, we had booked ourselves 6 days in animal/princess/character/firework/standing in line heaven. And do you know what I felt after handing over my credit card?! 

Mom guilt. 

Not excitement over surprising our kids with this section of the trip. Not joy over getting to possibly meet *my* fav Disney Princess. Not relief over not having to sell a kidney to afford it #shamelesslovemyjobplug 
GUILT......
because
we
wouldn’t 
have 
matching 
shirts

And Briar wouldn’t have a custom Disney day dress that coordinates with the princess she wants to meet. (I MAKE DRESSES FOR F’s SAKE) No custom ears. No clever hashtag. No matching shirts. I honestly thought to myself ‘how are we even going to take a picture as a family in front of Cinderella’s castle if we don’t coordinate?!’ as if that’s some sort of requirement to get in to the park. I know how stupid that sounds, trust me. I don’t claim to be the most logical person on the planet at all times, mmkay? After quickly checking Amazon to make sure there hadn’t been ‘anything you touch on your screen will just magically appear in your lap’ option added that I wasn’t made aware of, I had to accept that we were going to have to wear common-folk clothing and just deal with it.

Didn’t match. Still had a blast.

Didn’t match. Still had a blast.

Ya know what? 
Not one single time did either of my kids complain about (or even notice) their lack of character wear. No one accused us of kidnapping the kids we were with because our shirts didn’t label our relationship clearly in Disney font. Briar was still allowed to meet all of her favs, even if she wasn’t sporting a one-off replica of their ball gowns. Zero pairs of custom ears purchased=zero pair of ears digging in to that spot right behind your ear that isn’t used to anything touching it, and zero pairs carried by me when everyone is sick of wearing them.

I got to watch the fireworks with Jasper in my arms and Briar blocking my view on Tyler’s shoulders, listening to the kids scream with delight when their favorites popped up during the show, and ended the night with Briar saying ‘this really IS a special day!’ And that is the magic I was hoping for!

The face you make when your kids spill stuff all over that custom shirt before you had a chance to take a picture

The face you make when your kids spill stuff all over that custom shirt before you had a chance to take a picture

I’m not writing this to try and convince you to unfollow that super cute t shirt shop on IG (go ahead and drop your favorite links below). By all means, get the ears, buy the shirts, do the things.... but I just want to say that whatever thing you’re feeling guilty for, just stop it right this instant.  Frozen pizza for dinner? Cheap, easy, delicious, and minimal clean up. iPad parented them for 2 hours tonight? They worked on their hand-eye coordination. Missed early-out pickup? Been there, done that. Don’t feel like wasting your weekend baking 55 million treats for the bake sale?! Girl everyone knows the pre packaged cookies from the grocery store are the best!! Just get those and be done with it. As parents, we spend so much time trying to do the best, be the best, give the best, and yet we slap ourselves int he face the one time out of 47 when something doesn’t go totally perfect. I promise you that your kids won't care as much as you think they will.

Mom guilt sucks, you don’t.

XO
Jess

The next time you feel mom guilt creepin’ up in to your life, kick that shit to the curb. Jasper has found that air punches work well too.

The next time you feel mom guilt creepin’ up in to your life, kick that shit to the curb. Jasper has found that air punches work well too.