The idea of taking my trio of Mouse-centered kiddos to a Disney park as a single parent has me scared. I have never attempted a magical expedition “child heavy” and husbandless. My mommy senses warn me that this situation has the potential to be disastrous.
I am a Neurotic Disney Mom, and as such I tend to daydream while I walk through the fanciful streets of The Happiest Place on Earth. What if I slip into my Disney coma and lose track of my most precious treasures? What if while I’m looking to the left a monstrous Mousenapper snatches my little micelings from the right? My mind races through an alarming number of possible scenarios.
