I hate spring break. There. I said it. I hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it. Wow, I feel like a weight has been lifted. And, while I am in the confessing mood, I actually hate any prolonged period of time when my kids are at home with me — and yes, I do know that sounds a wee bit ironic given that I have always wanted to be a stay at home mom.
I see my friend’s Facebook updates, and I actually feel guilty for hating spring break so much. Apparently, everyone else loves spring break. They love not having to rush to get out the door in the morning, not having anywhere to be at a particular time, not having homework to check, not having activities to taxi the kids to and from. For me, spring break is a week when I feel the need to overcompensate for the fact that we are all home together. And by “we,” I mean me and the kids because my hard-working husband usually can’t take the week off from work.
So my “spring break” means me taking the kids to the museums. Me taking the kids to the library. Me taking the kids to the germ-infested open bounce. Me taking the kids on hikes. Me locking the front and back doors and telling the kids that they are not allowed to come in the house while the sun is shining. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. I literally plan things for the kids to do every day, all day because I know what the alternative would be. The alternative would be me and the kids in the house all day with bickering, yelling, and fighting. The kids would be begging me to watch television, asking me if they can eat snacks all day, and messing up the house that I obsessively try to keep neat and clean.
Instead, here we are into day 3 of our 11 day (including the weekends) “spring break,” and I am already exhausted and at my wit’s end.
Don’t be alarmed if you see a “for sale” sign outside of our house next week. It just means that I have done some research in between all of those “spring break” activities and found a place to live that I will describe as heaven on earth, i.e., where there is school year round.
- Spring Break ain’t what it used to be (dailybemused.wordpress.com)