School’s about to break.
Once again, I greet a school vacation with apprehension.
Mixed with dread.
The kids will be home.
The husband will be home.
I will be home.
We’ll be all together.
Under one roof.
With cold and snow.
The boredom whining will start.
I don’t know whose will be louder, mine or theirs.
They are older now,
they *should* be able to entertain themselves.
Between video games and television, technically they should be stupified zombies.
The fighting will escalate.
I don’t care who said what, shut up the whole lot of you and go to your rooms.
I’ll be in the garage screaming.
Don’t bother looking for me.
Or calling for me.
Or crying for me.
Complain to your father.
Where is he?
Oh, he’s hiding in the basement.
In his man cave.
Did I give away his little secret?
You want a friend to come over?
Why don’t you go to their house?
Oh, because their mom wants a break.
Of course she does.
Clean or semi-clean wine glass. Or paper cup?
Explain what the excitement is to me.
No, wait. I’ll explain it to you.
The night before the day school starts again.
Yes, I adore my kids.
I love them with all my heart.
I love no schedules.
I love sleeping in.
I love not being in a hurry.
I don’t love that it means school vacation.
That the kids are home.
You don’t mind it?
Great, I’ll send mine right over.
Then it’ll really be a two week vacation.
Or a break.
Well, not for parents anyway.
What’s your secret to keeping them busy without dropping $100 every single time you leave the house?
Oh and, what’s the secret to sanity without having to go to a dry out clinic after January 3rd?