Okay, so I was productive once on spring break. It was my favorite spring break. I am a sucker for productivity.
But this year I haven't been productive. I'm leaving on Tuesday for my parents' house, but in the meantime I have completely forfeited all imagined responsibility to this place. I have blown off Bible Study and my new workout classes that I think are the best thing since sliced bread. I even refused to go to the zoo with my kids (although no one really begged me to tag along). Okay, so I use the word "responsibility" loosely, and have only really blown off three things in the same number of days. I'm not a monster.
I'm not leaving because it will be warmer there, or because I think there will be more to do with my children. I'm going because I just need to step away from my life for a bit. I'm going because for a few days I just need to be a girl with a mom and dad that will do things like buy milk and eggs, stock the pantry with oreos, and make me coffee. I need them to tell me I'm doing everything I can, and maybe even too much. Sometimes a girl just needs her mom and dad, and I'm lucky enough to have both there and willing.
I wish I could define it for you here, but the truth is that I'm tired of adulting for awhile, and for that I need a spring break.