My teenagers are on “Winter Break” this week, a ridiculous week-long break for no apparent reason. My almost-10-year old is not on Winter Break, so he goes off to school and the teenagers lounge around all day. I secretly like Winter Break (and Summer Break, too) because forcing them to do schoolwork is an exercise in frustration. They are so much easier to live with they are on a break. (My kids are in different school districts because of the teenagers’ virtual school.)
I took my daughter on a long walk before lunch today. Breathing in the cool air and squinting in the sunlight was such a delight.
Thanks for all the New York related advice. I have decided to wear a black track suit (is that what you call it? . . . black pants, black jacket) and I found some really cute shoes that will be perfect. (I think I’ll even post a picture of them tomorrow.) We’re going to see “Spamalot.” I became a fan of Monty Python, ever since I watched “Monty Python and the Holy Grail” when I was a teenager. And Carmen recommended it.
I can’t believe I’ll be in New York in less than a week. I’m already missing my family and I haven’t even left.
My son will turn 10 years old while I’m gone. (Birthday party will be held the following weekend.) Ten! And then my daughter will be five and a half (on March 2).
And I will spare you my rendition of “the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon, little boy blue and the man in the moon” (the kids are growing and have I spent enough time with them?) lament.