surviving spring break

No, I do not have a sunburn from laying out at a Florida beach all day, nor do I have a horrible hangover from partying all night at some loud, neon light filled club. Those days are long gone my friends. I’m actually recovering from spring break with a 6 and a 3-year-old, and let’s be honest, even the strongest person can come out of this feeling battered. Spring break was last week and yet I’m just picking myself up. With my husband working endless hours at the restaurant, it was just me, my willpower and my girls. I had planned on not having a plan, I was just going to wing it and go with the flow, relax, it’s spring break! Actually never mind, scratch that last part, the truth is that  I can’t ‘roll’ with anything, I need plans, schedules, lists, charts, all of that! And that’s why I needed to make a Plan of Action, like my cool uncle G used to say: “you gotta have a PofA”. You just have to listen to the wise. After diligently writing down my week’s PofA, I felt ready to go into this Spring Break full force, forgetting that I was about to attempt to entertain my 2 daughters 24/7 …solo.

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planning like a boss

On day 1 my youngest daughter decided that she was going to take full advantage of me while I was off from work and wake me up at 6:50 am…sharp. This happened every single day for the next 5 days. Wish I could unplug her internal clock.

Itala: Are you ready to play bawbie?

Me: Play what? No, I’m not ready to play whatever that is. I need coffee before I can do anything.

Itala: There’s no time for coffee!!!!

Really? Really? REALLY?

My perfectly coordinated PofA didn’t include playing with bawbies Barbies at 7 am. An hour later we had played Barbies, school and Old Maid, this last one she won three times in a row because she ‘shuffled’ and handed out the cards, clearly making sure that she NEVER got the damn Old Maid. Sneaky, sneaky child.

When I finally felt awake, you know, around noon, I packed the girls and headed out to the happiest place on earth: Target. I needed to get my Target fix if I was going to survive the next week. I had actually just planned on stopping by for a second to return a box of white seashells I had purchased in the middle of the Polar Vortex; I was hoping the sight of seashells on my coffee table would make me feel a little warm, they didn’t help at all, so back to the shelf they went. So one hour and a pair of Convers, a light spring scarf, a much-needed maxi skirt , 2 perfect white T’s and a box of princess band aids later I was a happy mama (that’s the Target effect, it’s really not my fault).

I told the girls I had a whole week of activities planned; they on the other hand, reminded me that it was THEIR spring break NOT mine and that this is what they wanted to do:

  • Go to ALL the parks… all of them
  • Go to Chuck E. Cheese
  • Horseback riding
  • Petting Zoo
  • The pool (even though they know they’re still not open)
  • Decorate the house for Easter
  • Oh, it’s almost Easter, so decorate eggs
  • Go Easter Egg hunting
  • Learn to climb a tree

Me: It’s that all you want to do?

Antonella: Yeah, we’ll think of something else to do for tomorrow.


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Say what now?


Let’s just say that this mama did all of that…not really, but almost.

Tree climbing + park: check

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more like swinging


Horseback riding: check

we even squeezed in a picnic

we even squeezed in a picnic


Easter egg hunt: check

the competition was fierce

the competition was fierce


All right spring break, you took the best of me, my body is numb and my energy level is non-existent, but my kids had a blast, so no hard feelings ;)

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