These past two weeks, my children have been on March Break. I had this vision of March Break similar to how I have envisioned Summer breaks, Christmas breaks and March breaks of the past. In my vision, I am free of being the chauffeur. Instead, I sit in my pajamas at the kitchen table, drink tea, get lots of work done, catch up on my paperwork and the boys play and keep themselves occupied.
You would think that I would have learned by now that this is not how it tends to unfold.
This March Break, I also planned on renovating my clinic, organizing my tax documents and working on my next habit: decluttering my inbox. I managed to get the clinic renovated. The rest remained pretty much untouched as I am lying in bed Sunday night, trying to recover from what was undoubtedly the roughest March Break I have ever been through.
You see, my husband and I had this great idea. We would put the boys in hockey camp in Waterloo for the first week of March Break. The boys would be happy, I would get to work and my husband would book some work travel while the boys and I stayed with my dad.
Neither of us realized how wrong we were going to be.
You see, hockey camp is BRUTAL. I don’t know how hockey parents do it. Getting the boys fed, packing their bags then driving to the other side of town to get them on the rink by 8:30 for 5 days in a row literally almost killed me. They are only 6 and 8 so I needed to help them get all their equipment on and then tighten their skates. The one thing I will never be able to do is tighten skates. Although they loved every minute of the camp, by the end of the week, I felt closer to a full blown neurological relapse than I have in the last 11 years.
It took me the weekend to recover and then it was time for the clinic renovation. It wasn’t a big job but considering my clinic consists of mostly women, it took considerable muscle and strain to get the job done.
In the meantime, my dad and brother were helping with the kids. I appreciate their help immensely. They adore the boys and the boys adore them. They mean well, but my dad’s idea of childcare is McDonald’s and Bulk Barn while my brother believes Tim Horton’s is a perfectly reasonable place to have breakfast. Combined, they turned my generally healthy, well fed, well-rested children into sugar crazed, sleep-deprived animals. I wanted to run away from them.
Meanwhile, my kitchen was being renovated while I was away. Icing on the cake. I came home to a dust covered, cluttered disaster of a home Friday night and spent all day Saturday washing every dish I own and then organizing the whole space.
So now I lay here on Sunday night, two well-fed boys in bed, a brand new beautiful kitchen downstairs and a newly renovated clinic space waiting for me tomorrow. It turns out it was a pretty productive March Break after all but I am still very excited that tomorrow is Monday, the boys go back to school and I go back to work for a rest and maybe, just maybe, I will be able to put a dent in my inundated inbox.
A two week March break? At least it’s over and you survived it relatively unscathed. Now how’s that Inbox coming along? 🙂
Relatively unscathed? I almost skipped away after dropping the boys to school today. I am 2373 emails. It’s small improvement:)
Not bad. After a week off my work Inbox is down to 631 unread, 3711 total. Keep pressing on!