My original plans for the first official day of Spring Break:  Stay up late.  Sleep in.  Put on disgusting jeans and old ratty t-shirt.  Remove clutter from kitchen counters.  Change all the sheets.  Vaccuum.  Begin de-cluttering family room.  In between, read and watch movies. 

 

But. . . .

 

Here are my actual plans for the first official day of Spring Break:  Get up early.  Dress respectably.  Take son with broken ankle to doctor, then to hospital for x-rays, and decide whether to bring him back here or take him to his apartment, which is on the third floor and has no elevator.  And while he is here, stand around tapping foot impatiently because he’s been USING MY COMPUTER ALL DAY.

 

I did get the sheets changed.  I did it while I was waiting for my turn to use my own computer. 

 

I do not own a t-shirt that says “plays well with others.” 

 

I suppose I could have begun my Day One plans a day early, on Sunday, but that would have disoriented me even more. 

 

I have a bad feeling that this house will be just as crusty and cluttered at the end of my break as it is at the beginning.  It won’t be my fault, though.  I can’t help it if my plans were thwarted by a muddy hill and a loud popping sound. 

 

Besides, a mommy’s little boy is never too old to need his mommy.  Even little boys who are seven feet tall and living on their own.