Remember how I got sick during Spring Break? Well, the rest of the family fell ill with the head-cold/plague not long after and we’re still not quite recovered. Can you even believe that? It’s been almost a month. Damn. Maybe someday we’ll quit coughing, sneezing, and blowing our noses. But that day is not today.
John and I are headed into finals week soon and we’re very excited (No. We’re not.) and my college graduation is the week after finals! Yay!
In an amazing feat of over-scheduling, graduation falls on the very same night at the very same time as one of our children’s band concerts. So. How do we manage to be in two towns at the same time? Answer: I’m skipping graduation and going to the concert. Not because I love middle school concerts (hahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!) but because the kid gets graded on concert attendance and I will still graduate whether I attend the graduation ceremony or not.
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Plus, I graduated with one degree last year and I’ll graduate with my bachelor’s next year (hopefully) so we’ll just do the whole graduation-thing then.
Our Spring Break was pretty nontraditional. In fact, you could say it was rather lame.
The kids’ schools and the college all had Spring Break at the same time, which is actually kind of nice–a whole week where we can all sleep in past 6 o’clock every morning! Poor John, though, had the week off from work too, so he was stuck at home with our four kids and Niece all by himself while I lucked out and went to work for a few days.
The kids, under strict supervision from John, spent the week tidying the house in preparation for the big birthday bash on Saturday. The house looked lovely! John got us caught up on laundry and dishes and even made a bunch of home made bread. (Isn’t he great, folks?)
Then I got sick. Two of the kids got sick, too. And we still had a birthday party planned for Saturday. (You can see where this is going, right?) I spent the entire party either blowing my nose or huddled under a blanket on the far side of the room so as not to infect anyone else.
I’m better now though, but still not quite well enough to go to work, I’m just better enough that I don’t want to die every time I cough or sneeze (which is a lot).
We are really over-scheduled here at the Doe house. John and I prefer to limit outside activities to zero, but with a bunch of birthdays, concerts, detentions, music lessons, and such, we can’t avoid leaving the house with all the kids at least once each week for the whole month of March (including Spring Break). Yuck.
(We don't have this many kids, but some days, it feels like we do.)
The kids have a serious case of Cabin Fever and have gotten pretty squirrely in the evenings to the point that I want to ground them all forever so I can legitimately send them to bed early every night. Forever.
But that’s mean and sort of uncalled for, right? So instead, we’ve been doing extra chores in preparation for the Big Combined Birthday Party on the 17th. (Two of the kids, my sister, and I all have birthdays in March, so we do our parties all at once. It’s rowdy and fun!)