Spring Break

This coming week is Spring Break for my kids. They are really looking forward to Spring Break. I am not. I had a procedure done on my knee a couple of weeks ago, and I’m still in pain. And the pain is wearing me out. My two oldest kids are struggling…at home and in school. Most days, when I’ve finished running them to appointments and doing laundry and running errands, and it’s time for me to sink my aching body into the couch for 45 minutes of calming music and dozing. I end up on the phone with people from one kid’s school while my call waiting is going crazy with the other kid’s school also trying to call. I have no good answers for their issues, yet the schools seem to think I’ll eventually pull a miracle out of thin air. I think the school district needs to recognize that these boys have huge issues…mental health issues, fetal alcohol syndrome, trauma, bad genes….and give them the appropriate placement of day treatment programs…but, no…

The one place I get peace these days is in my therapist’s office…2 hours a week. Time where I can talk about how my children’s issues trigger me, time where somebody says to me that she doesn’t know how I do it. Time to cry or laugh over silly stuff. And it’s Spring Break. No sane person will babysit my kids, and the wife has to work. So no therapy. I know I’ll be okay, but I’m really sad about missing those two hours of space for me. I already can’t wait for Spring break to be done. I know I just have to keep breathing and trudging and believing that Spring Break will end.


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  1. My kid didn’t get a spring break this year because they missed a dozen days due to winter weather issues. Next month, though, she will be all mine for 3 months of “I’m bored, it’s your fault mom, bored bored…” Followed by the screaming tantrums.

    I wish I had answers for you, you really got it coming at you from all directions. Alas, all I can do is offer an empathetic ear and propose at some point we make one of those book clubs, only on line via video chat and instead of books, we vent about our kids and have cheese and wine. Oh, whine. 😉


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