Spring Break!!!! Woohoo!!

I couldn't decide whether to go to the beach or skiing over Spring Break.  The beach is always fun, with a group of twelve guys sleeping in one hotel room, spending our hard-earned dollars on Corona, junk food, and more Corona.  But skiing is also fun, with a group of more-like six guys in a cheap condo, spending our hard-earned money on lift tickets, renting skis, and Corona. 

I was torn.  But then, of course, I realized I'm 45.  And married, with a parcel of daughters.  And that neither of those options sound fun anymore.  I do have fond memories of them, but imagining doing that today just makes me tired.  And while you may say this makes me a sad, sad man, I beg to disagree.  I think it just makes me old and tired.

The twins are going on a lovely Spring Break trip to San Diego.  We're putting them on a plane, giving them pre-paid debit cards, and supplying them with a map and one of those disposable cell phones.  Or...they are going with grandmommy and grandpoppy.  They have plans to visit the San Diego Zoo and Legoland.  Now THAT sounds like fun to me.  But alas, Jill and I are staying in Austin.  A full week in a quiet house, eating when we want to (or not eating at all); not making breakfasts and lunches and dinners every day; not dragging the girls kicking and screaming out of bed every morning or to go to bed every night; not hearing them bicker with each other...

Come to think of it, "Woohoo!!  Spring Break!!"

Author's note: I will miss them. And I wish I could go to Legoland.