Last Day of Holiday Vacation

Does it mean something terrible that after twelve days off from work I’m hoping for a snow day tomorrow? Or a snow week, or month even? My husband had off from work the same amount of time so we have been able to see lots of each other and the girlies. The thought of having to go back to school tomorrow is making me want to run away to Mexico. Incidentally, anytime I imagine running away, it’s always to Mexico. Surely there must be other sunny places I could go in my mind. I’ll work on that.

About a month before this break I started making a list of projects I hoped to tackle over the past week and a half. I’m feeling pretty adequate since I was able to cross off more than half of them. My husband, whose name is Liam—but also answers to daddy, doggie (our younger girl easily confuses the two), Baboo (a nickname that has stuck around for two years from when our oldest called him this), honey, babe, and rarely, LIAM! (which is screamed at decibel level 90, after levels 50 through 80 have gone unanswered, often in some kind of instance in which I am in the bathtub behind a closed bathroom door and unbeknownst to me, he is outside in the garage putting garbage away. Anyway, he and I probably logged a good 20-plus hours organizing our basement, creating a craft space for me (let’s hope it gets some use this year!), a play space for the girls, and tons of shelving to store all of the shite we’ve accumulated over the years, yet have no space to put or otherwise display in our small, cramped rental house.

We also enjoyed some meals out just the two of us, as well as time spent with family and friends, an overnight trip to Philadelphia, and some fun activities with the girls, like swimming, library-ing and park-ing, to name a few.

Of course on this last day before back-to-work, the day I hoped to tackle some of the remaining items on my list, the girls have decided to come down with major colds and coughing fits. What is it with this timing? They couldn’t have gotten sick and then spread germs to us while we were on vacation, with plenty of time to rest and get well? Now I’ve got to cancel the sitter tomorrow, have the girls spend the day with my mom, which they will love, and likely take a sick day myself later this week when surely I will come down with the hacking, spasmodic lung illness. How’s that for optimism?

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Doing her best to wipe away the runnies.

Anyhoo, instead of being productive I got to spend the day holding my germy babies. It was quite nice, actually. I love that—when I’m forced to slow down and take a break, and instead of being grumpy about it, I’m able to soak it up and appreciate the time I have. Especially since tomorrow I’ll go back to seeing them less. Sigh.

The girls will go to bed early, which means I’ll have approximately two hours before I go to bed to make six batches of play dough for my oldest’s preschool class, make homemade instant oatmeal packets, fold and put away two baskets of laundry, scrub the bathtub and toilet, organize all of the family photos, clean out the fridge, update the girls’ baby books with memories before my mind goes blank, write lesson plans for the week, or at least tomorrow, pack a week’s worth of salad lunches, and get pre-approved for a loan. No problemo.

Or, I could just relax and enjoy a girls’ bath with my little sickos.

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At least the blog post is done for the day. Check.

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