It’s March break, and if you are reading this via hotel WiFi in some sunny spot while on a well deserved break, then good for you. I envy you and your family. I wish I were you. I am so weary of this never ending cold and snow. It’s a balmy 7 degrees today, but we’re getting 15 freaking cms of snow tomorrow, than back down to minus 20 on Thursday, and I. Have. Had. Enough.
I shouldn’t complain. We are, after all, going away ourselves, but not for another week or so. I miscalculated Ronan’s March break dates, and booked a 5 day trip AT THE END OF HIS BREAK. So the kid gets two weeks off, and then misses two days of school. Also, I wish I could get excited at the prospect, but we are going skiing. At the end of March. Because snow. Can’t get enough of that white, frozen stuff. Yay.
Meanwhile, I have a 15 year old at large with nothing but time on his hands. His friends have all gone south (see Paragraph 1), so he is without purpose. I have invited him to the movies, to indoor golf, even shopping and lunch, but I’m his mother. So not cool. That doesn’t mean he is above sharing everything he finds on the internet with me (well almost). Not an hour goes by that I am not updated on the happenings on Imgur, or forced to engage in Six Degrees of Wikipedia. There are worse things. One of those things is being pushed over the back of the couch. Ronan is now substantially taller and heavier than me, and there’s nothing he enjoys more than (gently) knocking me over. His brother was the same way at that age. It’s a rite of passage. There comes a time in a young man’s life that he must display his prowess by regularly picking his mother up and/or pushing her over.
So that’s how my March break is going. Hope yours is better. Order another rum punch for me.