Dear Spring Break,
Hey, how’s it going? Super sad you’re leaving… *rolls eyes*
Thanks for helping me realize how much my child actually talks in one day. I usually just think it’s because he goes to school Tuesday-Thursday and he is just so excited to talk to me when he’s finally home. But I was wrong. Very, very wrong. He talks 12 hours a day, nonstop.
I thought maybe sticking him in front of the TV to watch Paw Patrol would give me a moment of silence. Nope. He had to have a discussion about the episode. He had to ask me questions about who was who and what was going on. By Wednesday I was shouting, “WELL IF YOU’D STOP TALKING, YOU’D KNOW THE ANSWER!”
I know what you’re thinking, I should probably submit this letter to you to the Mom of the Year Committee. I have a really strong case here, don’t you think?
I could also thank you for all the precious memories you gave me this week, like how I had to ask my sweet precious baby to pick up THE SAME LEGO 7 days in a row. I will certainly cherish that.
Til next year, old friend. Until then, I’ll be trying to mentally prepare myself for the visit coming from my enemy, Summer Break. And by “mentally prepare”, I mean look online to see if I can get wine delivered at 9pm on a Monday.