Tales from the Fresh Side of the Sandwich: March Break

13 Mar

Winter breaks are probably wonderful for teachers and teenagers, but before the invention of March Break camps, I don’t think many mothers were singing the praises of this mid-winter week off school.

In my case, I like veering from routine and getting some extra, not-so-rushed  time with my son. But I might need a break by the time my little guy goes back to school on Monday.  At the very least I’m going to need a contractor and possibly an exterminator.

On Saturday morning, the first day of March Break,  my seven-year-old used both his skateboard and the sharp end of a pair of scissors to bash holes into four walls of his playroom. Rather than an act of destruction, it was more of an impulsive, combined-type ADHD moment.  I’m not the handiest mother on the planet and it’s going to cost more money than I have right now to repair and paint the room. My son lost the $42 worth of rewards stars he had earned for good behavior (each star is worth 10 cents and he had been saving them up), and he is truly sorry.  But that incident was only the beginning of what is turning out to be a very special March Break at my house.

He lives on a diet of live crickets and assorted worms.

Fluffy the Chameleon lives on a diet of live crickets and assorted worms.

This morning darling son decided to help with the feeding of his pet chameleon by getting the crickets ready for Fluffy’s (yes, the chameleon’s name is Fluffy) daily feeding. But by “accident” he dropped the container. Several of the crickets were last seen scattering around the floor, possibly heading for the newly punched holes in the wall.  My animal loving child could not bring himself to step on the crickets. He considered squishing them to be “too gross” so I had to do the honors myself.   I managed to scoop up a few live ones and deliver them to Fluffy to be eaten instead. But I’m fearful I may not have gotten all the crickets and that some of the them may be making themselves  comfortable or even worse — laying eggs — in the newly made holes of my basement walls.

And that’s why as I sit here in this busy Starbucks, I am grateful for afternoon camp at the Royal Ontario Museum. My son has some time to explore and learn without really knowing he’s learning. And I get to sip on a latte,  work on some more serious posts, and try not to think about reptiles or insects, or even what to make for dinner.  So for this moment any way, life is good and so is March break.


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