School breaks always remind me why I hate my life.
When everyone sees them as an opportunity to bond with their children, I see it as entrapment. When everyone else gets to do fun Pinterest crafts or explore “25 family friendly places to visit on break,” I feel like I got a week long prison sentence.
All I choose to see is more mess, less patience, and no fun.
I mean, I wish we could do something fun. At least more fun than hours and hours of Barney. I would love to do crafts, or go somewhere, but I can’t. I can’t take my 3 kids anywhere alone.