This week is my vacation. And by my vacation, I mean MINE. Not the wee ones’. Not my husband’s. I’m not going anywhere, but this is my week to recharge.
It all started when my parents — who provide a ton of help to us during the week with childcare — announced they were going to Amelia Island with an aunt and uncle for a week in April. My mom immediately started panicking. What would I do about the wee ones? Who would take them to daycare? Who would pick them up from preschool? Oh, it was a disaster and she never should have agreed to go….
I simply announced that I would take the week off work. That mollified her.
Of course, my plan was to take the week off work and keep the wee ones in school and daycare. Thus, it’s my week of vacation.
It is not meant to be.
Last Wednesday, my aunt’s brother passed away. The vacation was off. My mom cheerfully announced that I no longer needed to take the week off since they’d be in town now. Uhhhh, yeah…. And the guilt trip started. I’m proud of myself, though; I didn’t cave.
My dad announced that they’re taking the wee ones to the city on Wednesday and going to the Field Museum, and how fun. I was going, right? Uhhh, sorry, Dad, but you are soooo wrong on that one. His opinion is that since they’re in town, the wee ones can just skip school all week. Yeah, not so much.
We compromised. I’m not going to the Field Museum, but they are. My Wednesday vacation day is back on.
And yesterday? My husband couldn’t get out of bed. He had a fever. The veteran teacher who never gets sick was miserable. I informed him that he absolutely was not allowed to remain sick. He had to find some way to get his immune system into gear and off to school once Monday morning rolled around. And he did.
And the green noses from the wee ones? I didn’t see anything, did you?
Day One of my vacation? A success.
It involved a manicure, a pedicure, and lunch with some really fun friends consisting of Lou’s (good Chicago pizza for the uninitiated) and an initiation into the world of eggless cookie dough. Did I mention that I’m also 152 pages into the first Twilight book?
I feel better already.