click hereWe thought you’d get a kick over Liz’s little spring break mishap from last year.
The chaos began about 8:15 last night, with a call from my brother:
“Is Colton still up? Why isn’t he in bed, yet?”
First, I’d like to point out that even on school nights, Colton is never in bed by 8:15. But I played along.
“He’s on spring break this week – burning the midnight oil.”
“Uh… you may want to double check that.”
What did he meeeaaaan “double check that”?!?!?
It seemed my brother’s wife had been talking to a teacher at one of the district’s other schools, and the subject of spring break had come up.
“Spring break is next week,” he said.
How can that be? I’d planned for spring break to be this week for …. well… weeks, now. I had it in my smart phone calendar and everything. I’d wondered what we’d do all week, because Colton is a.) on crutches and b.) the weather forecast is calling for unseasonably cold temperatures. I’d planned to take him to see Rango today, and the first showing of Hop on Friday.
I’d looked forward to sleeping in. I’d looked forward to no homework, except for reading. I’d looked forward to a well-deserved break from what has been a really tough school year, quite frankly. And a change in spring break plans wasn’t going over well for me. I imagined how well it would go over for Colton.
Phase 2 found me calling Summer. Not that I don’t trust my brother or anything ( ). But this had all the makings of an April Fool’s Day joke coming a few days early. Except that Summer confirmed everything my brother had said: Spring break was still another week away.
This whole fiasco has me wondering what else I’ve mis-scheduled. And whether or not we could actually pull off an extra week of spring break…