It is that time of year again, spring break. When I was young it was called Easter vacation and "Spring Break" was for the girls in Florida that end up on "Girls Gone Wild" videos. But since it is now politically incorrect to acknowledge religious holidays anymore, it is now "spring break" for one and all. And today I am wondering what it is a break from?
For my kids it is a break from school and homework, piano lessons and all other extra-curricular. Which for me means a break from driving. It also means sleeping in a bit, which is sooooo my thing. But as I stare down 7 loads of laundry, I am discovering it is not a complete break for me. It is not a break from making meals, doing dishes, and breaking up fights. I think you have to go out of town for that.
So I think I am going to Florida, or maybe just Lake Mead and make a "Mom's Gone Wild" video. I am going to sport my sexiest tankini, drink the strongest sparkling cider I can find, until I pass out. I am going to play beach volleyball, enter a wet stretch mark contest and make-out with my husband (then he has to leave). I am going to sunburn parts of me I didn't even know I had and get a tatto that says "Team Edward." I am going to sleep in a strange mom's bedroom and "drunk" dial old boyfriends to let them know what they are missing.
Yea that is what I am going to do. But first, I have to finish the laundry.