"If you want to change the world, go home and love your family."
Today was officially the first day of three weeks of winter break. Three weeks. When Paul reminded me of this fact first thing this morning, there was a brief feeling of panic that got lodged in my chest followed by a slight flash of resentment that it would be business as usual for him because he would be at “work” and I would be trying to “work” here at home while adding cruise ship activity director, line cook, and security muscle to my list of duties. I feel a little guilty just typing this but I know I am not alone in this feeling. I’ve read the FB updates, and the blog posts. I’ve exchanged the knowing glances and the small talk in the checkout line. The sarcastic “YAY!, school holiday!" grins are the ties that bind us. It is always equal parts wonderful, chaos, and a little too long. Ri kicked off day 1 of 23 by doing all of her homework first thing. H started day 1 of 23 by getting herself dressed (for a tropical vacation) and running into our room at 6:00 a.m. exclaiming, “Mama, I have P.E. today so I wore my bike shorts under my dress so no one can peek at my undies." When I explained that it was Saturday AND the first day of winter break, she threw herself on the floor and sobbed. Ironically, she has a love/hate relationship with school so this could have gone either way. By 9:00 the girls were yelling at one another about glassware (we only have one cool glass) and lost bracelets and by 9:45, Paul went for a walk. Somehow (magician that I am), I got everyone around the art table for a family craft. Oh the power of art! No bickering or exasperated sighs. Just paint. Brush to paper and content makers. It was quiet enough to remember how lucky in love we all are.
- Avery shipping tags (you can get the fancy ones but we used these)
- acrylic paint (you could also use tempera)
- glue sticks
- assorted scrap papers, hole punched paper, and thread for collage
- paper towels for dabbing brushes