The Break that Wasn't

Having just deleted a lengthy post about how we don't have time to go anywhere or do anything fun over Spring Break because we have jobs and baseball and jobs (yes I know I said jobs twice), I decided to let it go.

Yes, our schedules are hectic this week.

Yes, it sucks trying to work from home with 3 busy kids (aren't they supposed to get easier as they get older?). In fact, it sucks to a level of suck that I don't think I've ever experienced.

Yes, I've had to break up more wrestling matches, headlocks and general rough-housing sessions than any human should ever have to and I'm not happy about it. Add in a dash of crazy mother-in-law, sullen teenaged boy who thinks the world owes him a leer jet, a cat that keeps missing the litter box and the fact that there seems to be no end to the mountain of laundry that is collecting and you pretty much have my week.

But.

There are exactly 3 days left of this so-called Spring Break and I refuse to let them get the best of me.

Even though my husband is still at the fire station and will be there again in 48 hours, leaving me to not only deal with all of the boisterousness but also the Easter egg dying all by myself, I can do this.

Right?

Right?

Are you there Xanax? I think it might be time to get to know you, well.

Sometimes a girl just needs a little reassurance.