This week Sam is on spring break. Sure, the poor guy needs to get away from the rigors of finger painting and the grind of Tues/Thurs mornings from 9:30-12:30 in the Green Room. Really, though, since when does a two-year-old need to go on spring break? Definitely since I went to school. Back in the day when I walked barefoot through snow drifts for miles uphill to school, we called it “April vacation.” Yes, one or two families in our upper middle class white-bread town would go to Florida, but they were the talk of the town and considered “rich.” Now it’s hard to find anyone staying in town, no one but us. Even our teenage babysitters have mysteriously scampered off, leaving only an answering machine behind. It’s like the Left Behind Series is filming on location in our neighborhood.
Spring Break a la Sam
Don’t get me wrong — that’s OK by me. Saturday morning we had the Short Pump Mall all to ourselves without much of a wait for our first highly anticipated train ride of the season. We even got to sit in the little red caboose, a coveted open-air spot. Jackpot! Then we were the first and only people in line at Chick Delay as the Saminator calls it, so there was no reason to call it Chick Delay at all. Next we had our run of the toy store where we discovered that the owner really is in fact a friendly woman with a great sense of humor when not overrun by screaming, clamoring children vandalizing her wares. It wasn’t Daytona or anything, but it’s was still pretty good for spring breakin’ at the mall a few miles from home.
Today was the flip side. I was definitely up for a workout and a break, but not necessarily in that order. So we headed over to the Y for some multitasking, and Sam was all pumped up to play in the nursery. As we walked in there, screams wafted out and bright pink faces stained with tears greeted us. And there were LOTS of those faces scattered around the room, and Sam joined right in. Apparently all the spring break mommies still in town needed a break at the same time, so the place was besieged with kids. Never mind. We then resorted to Plan B — the library next door. We lucked out and found a fireman video with four episodes for Sam which translated into a break for me when we got home. Mission accomplished, and it even gets better from here. There are three more episodes to go, which are even better to me than a walk on the beach right now.
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