Spring Break is one of my favorite holidays of the year, mostly because I’m a teacher. To me, Spring Break is a turning point of the school year, the time when I realize I just might make it to July.
Every year, though, my dreams of Spring Break break down. I’ve now come up with a self-diagnosis (without the aid of my medical assistant, Web MD).
I suffer from Holiday Amnesia.
With Holiday Amnesia, I mistakenly look forward to the following things on Spring Break:
- sleeping in
- familial harmony
- watching movies with my husband
- finding my counter
But it’s time for a reality check.
Sleeping in? Not when I have to put a moratorium on children crawling into our bed earlier than 6:30 AM
Familial harmony? Not when I’ve posted the following on Facebook:
Watching movies with my husband? Not when he’s married to basketball, both NCAA and NBA (what a polygamist)
Finding my counter? Only if I can’t find a corkscrew
From Spring Break to Spring Breakdown … with a smile on my moustache-laden and wrinkly face.
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