is anyone having fun

but like *actual* fun, not like performative instagram fun? anyone?

Per my last memoir, this was written back in the fall. Last edit before publishing was October 6th, so that’s almost 3 months ago, when I was at what I didn’t realize yet was the end of a tough trough of toddlerhood. I said I wanted to polish things less so I’m not polishing anymore! This is it, this is raw, this was from a time of real struggle. Lest I hide behind cute travel pics! Let the truth be known. Cue dramatic intro music:

The thing about going to the zoo with kids is that it’s really dumb and annoying. You see hardly any animals, all they want to do is eat ice cream - the kids, not the animals. They scream because it’s hot and they can’t run around because there’s too many people - the kids, not the animals (though in this example kinda seems like maybe it’s true for the animals too), and they’re tired after sitting in the stroller all day.

Complaining about snacks and their variety and availability IS exhausting, I’m sure.

The thing about taking kids on trips is that it’s not …