My kids get three full weeks off for winter break. Take a minute and let that sink in: three full weeks. I am generally able to keep it together and be a cool mom for two of those weeks, but during that third week I tend to fall apart a little.
I didn’t do myself any favors either, because this year I booked a trip to go visit my great-grandparents for a few days during that third week. Yep, the kiddos and I took a trip requiring both an airplane ride and a hotel room without my husband, who was back at work. I don’t expect a medal for this or anything, but it maybe wasn’t the smartest thing to do when my patience was already worn thin. Plus I forgot the stroller at home, which upped the challenge factor a little bit. Organization skills – I
have them used to have them!
In case you’re wondering how that worked out for me, here’s a picture of the baby trying to jailbreak our hotel room while wearing no clothes. Which she succeeded in doing approximately ten seconds after I took this picture. Parenting at its finest.
(Griping aside, the trip was totally worth it. My grandparents are two of the coolest people I know, and we had a great – if exhausting – time with them.)
All this is prelude to saying that I was more than ready for my kids to head back to school. I gleefully set their backpacks by the door Sunday evening then did lunch prep while swilling a celebratory glass of wine. I stayed up a little late watching the Golden Globes (Go Meryl! Go Viola!) and then tucked myself into bed, cheerfully thinking how glad I was that life would return to regular routine the next morning.
This was all well and good until my daughter appeared at my bedside at 1:00 am and threw up all over me. And then proceeded to be sick about once every hour or so for the next eight hours. There’s nothing like changing your pajamas, your child’s pajamas, and the bedsheets during the pitch-black middle of the night, am I right?
Needless to say, I did not spend yesterday cleaning up work emails and checking items off my do-to list as planned. Instead I spent the day rubbing my daughter’s back and watching unboxing videos on Chloe’s American Girl Doll Channel on YouTube while my brain melted. (No offense to Chloe, who is clearly building a media empire at the tender age of 10 and will probably have a deal for her own original series on Netflix soon.)
The only good thing about this particular stomach virus is it’s fast-moving. I know this because every other member of my family including me had it two weeks ago. She is 100% better today. I tried to get her to stay home one more day to make sure her body was feeling OK, and she cried and begged me to go to school. Girl, you don’t have to ask me twice. Here’s your backpack.
I have no real point or wrap-up here, other than to say yay it’s finally 2017 (hey new year, you’d better not be tricking us by being worse than 2016, YOU HEAR ME?), and Heather’s and my kids are all back to school, so blogging resumes as usual this week! We might even do some lawyer-ish contracts or something and be, like, actual productive members of society. Or maybe not; I haven’t decided yet. Currently I’m just sipping my delicious, delicious cup of coffee in peace while humming the Chloe’s American Girl Doll Channel theme song. DON’T JUDGE. It’s a catchy tune.
How was your winter break? Fired up for the new year? We raise our coffee cups to you and wish you a good week.