Spring Break is Breaking Me

Dear Superintendent of Schools,

You’re mad. Decidedly. Crazier than a hoot owl and older than the Sphinx.

I would like to know why you thought it was a good idea to give my high schoolers a week-long Spring Break while my middle schoolers have a two-week break.

I take that back. My high schooler had a week plus one day.



I seriously think you only did it to prove you can. Sort of a “Ha ha! In case you were just trying to live through the weekend and send anyone (ANYone) back out of the house, we’re closed.”

At least one of those weeks had both kids home at the same time, for which I’m grateful. School breaks are like having the flu. If our family has to have it, then by all means, let’s have it all at once and get it over with.

Did you forget that the sports and part time jobs and church activities don’t take ‘breaks’?

Even the colleges are doing it. There was a year or two when I had a child at every school level. We were all ships passing in the night and I myself was a train wreck.

Between ‘late start days’ and ‘early out days’ and long weekends involving holidays about dead people who have no children in our school district, I have to ask: “Why do you hate me?”

Please ignore the sweet Thank You cards that some of my “friends” have sent you. These ladies are delighted to have their little buggers home and cry every autumn as the school busses return to their routes. Also, they have been inhaling way too much fat Sharpie marker fumes as they make “Welcome Summer Vacation” posters for their wall.

But I digress…

Remember when you experimented….way back when…with a year-round school calendar?

LOVEd it.

We had just enough school to get tired of it, then just enough vacation to recover but not get bored, and then off to school we went again. We could plan family vacations during months that no one else would be there. No traffic, cheaper rates, hotel pools all to ourselves.

Apparently some questionably lucid parents sent it right back out the door.

Now we have to make plans around the whole rest of the world, which means, “No, we’re not going anywhere; we pay good money for a perfectly fine house which you are taking for granted. Go find an activity to do.”

And then I lock the door.

Because if they are allowed inside, the place is trashed within an hour, followed by, “Mom, there’s nothing to do!” followed by, “Mom, there’s nothing to eat!”

I hand the little guy a big pair of scissors and tell him to run around until something “fun” happens.

Frankly, I cannot make brick without straw. Spring Break has thrown my routines, my grocery budget, and my sanity right out the dirty window.

My children will be on the school doorsteps, bright and early, this Monday morning.

You can ignore the sleeping bags behind them.

That was just one of our “fun activities” over the weekend.


A Zoo Keeping Mom