This is not about taxes. It isn’t about taxes because I got mine filed in March. My wife was upset that this wasn’t done in February, or even sooner. I can’t blame her, she’s always had her returns done in January. The new rules make it so that brokerage firms have until mid-february to give you your tax info. Additionally, life in complicated enough we had to pull many, many forms together.
Anyway, we got it done, and this post is not about taxes. It’s about Spring break.
Last week, I sent a note out at the office informing them of my vacation and how surprised I was to go to Lake Chelan for Spring Break. Chelan is beautiful in the summer, but cold, wet, and dreary in the spring. So is Seattle. When I was younger I thought of Spring Break as a wonderful time to take a break and get someplace warm. Chelan is not warm, but it’s where I am.
Vicky and I got the boys for all of Spring Break, and opted to head off to spend the week at my mom’s in Lake Chelan. We recently bought a mini-van. We bought it because we’re about to add a baby to our world, but it did cross our minds that we’d be driving the boys for four hours. I won’t say they were perfect angels on the drive, but the mini-van does have a DVD player and they were often quiet and engaged.
After driving for several hours, getting the boys to bed, unpacking, then getting them all organized and active here in Chelan, I am exhausted. This trip is work! It’s not even the fun part of work. I’d stressed, out of comfort zone, and I feel behind in my life. This is no way to spend Spring Break!
I resolve for the rest of my break to 1) relax, 2) think of the things that make me happy, and 3) take this time to enjoy hanging with my boys. I think I’m going to go wrestle with them right now.