It’s funny what a difference a week can make. It’s Spring Break this week. My kiddo is in Disney World with her father. And yes I’m trying to pretend it’s not bothering me that I’m NOT there for her first trip to Disney World nor have *I* ever been there. Really, I’m fine with it. See how slowly my eye is twitching?
Anyhoo, last week was frantic with the finals and the packing, the softball and all the driving. Not to mention that pesky day job. This week, it’s the opposite. No school, homework or exams. No softball, daycare, or spelling pre-tests to give. Just me and the pesky day job. Very odd.
I should be used to these lulls but I still never know what to buy at the grocery store. I just stand there thinking of all the things I *don’t* have to buy and wind up with an empty buggy. When someone asks if I can do something after work, my first thought is always that I have to pick her up before I realize no, I don’t. Any mother reading this is thinking how utterly wonderful it sounds to have complete freedom. No one depending on them. No one to cook for or clean up after.
It is nice in a way. But when you’re used to going 90 to nothing all the time, it’s just weird when it all stops. Just in case this sounds like I’m complaining, let me assure you, I’m not. I mean, I miss her like crazy but, when I got home Saturday night around 8:30 and realized I didn’t have to be anywhere or do anything for the next 36 hours, it felt like paradise. Quiet paradise.
So no whining this week. Not from me anyway. But I’m sure lots of you aren’t so lucky. Are you’re kids out for Spring Break? Are you free of kids but have to deal with obnoxious college students coming to your town for Spring Break? Are you hating me right now and contemplating googling my address so you can send your kids to me? *LOL* Since I live near the beach and can see something just like that picture above all the time, it might not be such a bad idea.