Oh Spring Break, how I loathe you. Yes, you heard me right. I said “loathe” not “love”. I know this probably confuses some of you out there; on the other hand, maybe not…
I guess that you could say I have a love/hate relationship with Spring Break. Let’s first talk about the fact that it is called a “break”. What break? I was just home with all three of my children, five and under, for 7 days straight. That. Is. Not. A. Break. To top it off, everyone was sick for a portion of the break and my one-year old had to have surgery. Yes, I know this is not the normal spring break excitement, but it is what we dealt with this year.
I am not saying that I do not enjoy being home with my kiddies, understand that. I love my little munchkins with every ounce of my being. So…you can understand that when you love these three little people with everything you have, all day long, with no time for private potty breaks or to drive a whole cup of coffee while it is still hot, it can seem a little different from a “break”.
Then there was the fact that my poor little man, age 3, had a hard time returning to school this morning after so much time home with Mommy. Most little ones thrive on schedules and routine. Heck, lets be honest, I am an adult and I love me a schedule.
So Spring Break, I guess I don’t loathe you; that was a strong word to use. But, I really do not like you sometimes. You can be fun, but you are not relaxing, at least not in my current season of motherhood.