We have just a few days left of spring break and I can't say this is one of the more memorable ones. And you know what? That's just fine with me.
Sometimes when your life is all about bracing for the next big shakeup, it feels pretty darn good to embrace a little normalcy. Whatever "normal" happens to be.
This is what we've done this week:
- the kids started spring break early because school was called off the two days prior to the scheduled start due to a snow/ice storm. (This is where all the people who escaped to someplace warm for the week shouted "yaaaay!")
- Our big outing was a visit to an RV show where we stuck our heads in, peeked around, and walked through 30-some travel trailers looking for the perfect fit for Steve to live in over the summer. We're looking to sell our current setup and go with something a little larger (read: more comfortable for Steve and for the rest of us when the kids and I visit).
- Steve and I had a little retail therapy and enjoyed a lunch out together - just the two of us. I picked up some things for the house and he snagged some new speakers for his truck and a new game for the PS3.
- The kids played the aforementioned PS3 until their eyes were crossed and their thumbs blistered. Or was that Steve?
- We have eaten dinners together as a family, Steve and I have both kissed the kids goodnight, we take afternoon naps, bounce ideas off each other, talk about everything and nothing.
This afternoon I was touching up some paint on the walls in our front room and I had several windows open to let some fresh air in. I could hear Steve outside working on his truck with help from his brother. The kids were bouncing around ... in and out of the house, riding bikes, helping dad, playing nicely with each other like I wish they always would ... and it occurred to me how boring it all was.
Nothing special. Nothing newsworthy. Hardly anything new to report, even.
Just ... normal. Boring.
Sometimes boring feels pretty darn good.