Not the Spring Break I Had in Mind

It's been a rough semester. I was getting through it by reminding myself that Spring Break would bring plenty of sleep and some extra quality time with the boys. I also was hoping to work on the bedrooms, namely mine. I had curtains, pictures, and my craft project to hang.

Well, it's the week after Spring Break, and I'm tired and still haven't hung up anything in my bedroom. I have gotten to spend some extra time with the boys this week so that's a blessing.

Here's how our Spring Break went down...

Lots of meds...this was before I got mine.


After some icky virus hit the kids and me and L Child got bronchitis and an ear infection, and I was getting a sinus infection, cabin fever was setting in. This is what I wore to Mom and Dad's. I'll spare you what I actually looked like, but this is a glimpse of how WT I had become.


I decided to pop a frozen pizza into the oven. Except my apple dessert from the day before had spilled in the oven. Apparently, burnt apple dessert smokes really bad when heated. Bad enough to make the smoke detectors go off for 10 minutes (that's how long it took me to figure out how to disconnect them). Bad enough to stink up the house for an afternoon.


This is how I felt most of Break (pretty sure L Child felt this way too). So tired that even falling out of bed in the middle of the night doesn't wake you up.


Some good things about Break? Got to go down to SW OK and see family, got to see Kansas family, felt well enough on Josh's birthday to go out - got to see the midnight premiere of The Hunger Games. Nothing like being in a theater surrounded by friends and teeny-boppers yelling things out like, "Kiss her already!" at the scene in the cave and cheering when one of the Careers died.

So not the Spring Break I had planned. But only a month until Summer Break.

I think I can...I think I can...I think I can...