Spring Break

The weather is hot.
The tourists are rampant.
The kids are bored.

Welcome Spring Break.

My husband spent the day driving his grandma around. Instead of driving Miss Daisy, it's driving Miss Grace. You should hear the stories he brought home. Just listening to him makes me miss my grandma all the more. What I would give to drive her to a doctor's appointment one more time.

The kids have spent their first day off glued to the computer with periodic breaks for fresh air in-between. They've managed to assemble a couple of bags of clothes destined for Goodwill to appease me and did a quick sweep of their bedroom floor to appease their father. Everybody's playing it cool because nobody wants to be stuck with extra chores their one week off from school.

Meanwhile, I've got a good dozen books I want to read and no time off for my own schoolwork. I'm definitely fighting the temptation to slack off this week, but then I would regret it later on. Sometimes it does indeed stink being a grown-up.

As for now, I can't keep my wedding band on because my fingers are swollen. Maybe it's a sign, my husband says. He better hope not. The man loves his dinner.

Good grief it's hot.
Spring Break?
Or Summer Break?

I think we skipped a season.