We’ve never been the type of family that goes on vacation for Spring Break. I didn’t grow up traveling for Spring Break, and neither did Mike, so it’s just never been a big priority for us. We save our trips for other times of the year, and we’ve been fine with that.
This, however, seems to be the first year that Elena’s noticed that Spring Break is a thing. I had a good chuckle when I saw this pop up on her Instagram – a pretty accurate account of how she feels about staying in good ol’ Indiana for Spring Break:
Even though we don’t travel to warm, sunny places, I’ve always tried to make Spring Break special and fun, more than just a week without school. In the past we’ve combined local activities with nearby road trips, like Chicago, Nashville, or Cincinnati. We might not get a tan, but we have a good time.
And then came this Spring Break, where we found ourselves still trying to unpack the last of the boxes and get things in their place. Okay, so maybe no road trips this year, but we’d take time from household projects to be tourists in our own city. And then I got completely and utterly wiped out by an infection of some sort. What seemed like a simple cold turned into day after day of fever and sinus pressure that had me in tears. While their friends were sitting on sunny beaches or ziplining in the rainforest, my kids had their choice of listening to me hack up a lung or watching the Angie vs. the neti pot side show.
After an early morning visit to the MedCheck, I feel like I’m finally turning to corner to human again. So maybe there’s still hope for something fun this Spring Break. Next year? We’re totally going somewhere though. And by somewhere, I mean next year we’ll aim to get out of our pajamas and our zip code.