Ahh…Christmas Break 2012/2013…the break that never ended. I don’t know how it is in your neck of the woods but here, my kids don’t go back until Monday (edited to add that it has taken me four days to write this). This really is too long. We are all on each other’s nerves. One thing I can say is that this break has been eye-opening. I have learned a little bit more about a few things as the break went on:
Napping with the big kids home is a no go. I think Gia napped twice in 14 days.
Two weeks can sometimes feel like two months.
Holiday decorations while exciting to put up are a major pain in the @ss taking down. Every year, I know this and every year, I forget as I put them up.
Having a teen in the house makes it almost impossible to have a social life myself. Especially when after leaving him and his friends once, I came back to the house in shambles, all of the food gone, the movie Step Brothers running on a constant reel and really bad music blaring.
Having a teen with a girlfriend definitely kills the social life because there is no way I am leaving this house while they are here.
I love no homework, no studying (though Nico should have brought his books home to study for finals but that would be unheard of over here), no projects, no lunches.
I do not like being a chauffeur. God bless you people who drive people around for a living. On second thought, if I was getting paid, maybe I wouldn’t hate it so much.
Isabella is the greatest help in the world to me. I will miss her terribly when she is back in school.
Being on vacation with my sister and her family is a little slice of Heaven. We are unbelievably lucky that our kids get along as well as they do and that spending time together gets better and better every time.
It sucks to have basketball tournaments over holidays. It sucks even worse when you boycott them and your child’s team takes first place.
Blogging and reading blogs is near impossible when the kids are home. Near.Impossible.
I suck at tough love when dimples and smiles and kisses and hugs are involved.
I rock at it when it involves brooding teens, emotional or goofy tweens (but it is still the hardest thing to do).
Someone out there likes what I write and even wants my opinion.
The only time the ball of stress stuck in my stomach is gone is when all of my kids are with me.
Leo believes in me.
When I was teaching, I loved my students as if they were my own. I feel the same way about my kids’ friends. I don’t know if that is right but I don’t know any other way to be.
Having Gia preserves some of the old Christmas magic. She was fun this season and the only gift she doesn’t really appreciate is the most expensive one (Innotab). That would be Murhpy’s Law striking again.
Shopping with Leo at Target is one of my favorite things to do. Shopping with Leo anywhere else is not.
I didn’t learn this but was reminded of it: I HATE COLD WEATHER. I know I live in Chicago. What do I expect? But it was my ancestors’ idea, not mine to settle here and I am too attached to my family and friends to move somewhere warm.
I didn’t realize that I am a person that craves routine but I am. And I can’t wait to get back to one.
What about you? Are your kids back? When do they go back and are you ready or do you wish it was longer?