Winter break ended this week. I, along with many, many other parents in my city breathed a sigh of relief. Yes. I know. I am one of those terrible moms who looks forward to shuffling my kids out the door to school after two weeks at home.
OK, let me rephrase that. I was relieved to send ONE of my kids off to school, the other was fine one way or the other. He spent his break attached to the Wii unless we made him go outside for fresh air every other day or so.
Charlotte, on the other hand, freaked out. When her schedule was turned upside down, so was she. She quit sleeping, she quit listening to me, and had more and more meltdowns as the break wore on. We tried to keep her busy. We had company, Richard had days off. She had a toy store of new things to play with. We had a couple of play dates. It wasn't enough. Maybe it was too much. The day before school started again she went from one meltdown to another for most of the day. I walked her to the bus the next morning and breathed a sigh of relief. I had my house back. It was just Matthew and me again. It was a relief.
I have discovered that winter break is not much of a break for me. With everyone home all of the time I was cleaning up after them all of the time. The dishwasher ran full twice a day. The house was full of noise and chaos. It was exhausting. My body had enough and caught a bad cold that I am suffering through now as I am starting to get things back in order again.
I played with my Sparks last night. I am looking forward to seeing my dance class moms next week and catching up with them. I am hoping to get over this cold so I can get back on my treadmill.
How was your break?