First of all, I would like to say I remember what spring break used to mean. It used to be mean a week away from home to do something fun. A time to be together but not so together that we wanted to rip each others' throats out.
What is the snapshot of spring break 2010 you ask?
Well Monday and Tuesday almost drove me to the brink of insanity with the incessant rain and 40 degree temperatures. I am not entirely sure how I made it through those 48 hours but I am quite sure Jesus had something to do with it. I know this because I spent most of the time praying for strength, peace, and patience and He was there to dish out exactly what I needed when I needed it.
We made sock puppets on Monday which was somewhat successful and Sam seemed to enjoy. Noah could have cared less and was quite vocal about it too.
On Tuesday I loaded the boys in the car and drove around for about a half hour just to get us out of the house for a short time. We did end up at McDonald's for some playground fun but we had to cut that short when I found the boys preferred to alternate between banging on the metal posts, dismanteling the high chairs, and trying to climb the condiment table.
Fun times to be sure.
Today the weather is sunny and warmer and so I am thinking we will venture to an outdoor playground so I can
For those of you who are living it up at the beach, on the ski slopes, or lounging pool side sans children. I hope you have a wonderful time...but the thought of it makes me hate you just a little bit.
Sad but true.
