Ah, spring break. A time of debauchery and drunkenness, of tequila and tan lines. Unless you're a parent of babies. I am taking the week of Georgie's spring break off, and briefly considered a trip to Florida. But the logistics and fear of undertow and skin cancer convinced me otherwise, so I'm afraid our spring break week looks like this:
- Zoo
- Crayola Experience
- Peppa Pig Experience
- Camp Stores
- Arboretum
- Me needing a vacation after this vacation
Maybe I'll buy a Carlos and Charlie's t-shirt just to feel like I could be fun again, someday. But I will probably buy a onesie because it's funnier for the baby to wear it.
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