Yesterday we made our annual holiday trek to Wisconsin to visit my in laws. We packed the night before, checked the weather no less than 30 times and made sure the car was stocked with an array of movie choices for the kids. We were on top of things so the drama level the next day should be low, right?

Ha! 

The morning of the trip found my four year old in tears over everything. She didn’t like her pants, she couldn’t find her doll’s pants, her boogers were uncomfortable; it was a bad time to be Eloise.

My oldest, God love him, is in a “people pleaser phase” so if he doesn’t do something right the first time, he falls apart worried he’s disappointed everyone. We’ve stressed to him numerous times that he is way too hard on himself and I p...

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