I'm starting to believe that someone has placed a curse on us. The Spring Break Curse. As teachers, Hubby and I love Spring Break. Or, we would, if we ever got to enjoy one.
This year, for the break, we got the flu. Not all at once. First Boy Terror, then Girl Terror, and then me. That covered about half of the break. Not too bad, though, since we are too broke to do anything really fun anyway. But it still would have been nice to sit at home and not spend hours in the bathroom.
Last year Spring Break, I went into early labour with Boy Terror. So, I guess technically I did go on a trip....I was medivaced to Vancouver, which is a 3 day drive from here. Not my idea of a fun holiday.
Two years ago Spring Break, Hubby went tobogganing with the students the last day of school. He came down the hill in such a graceful way that everyone thought he broke his ankle. Nope, just really, really bruised and painful. It took about 2 weeks (the length of S.B.) for him to be able to walk much.
Three years ago Spring Break, we went out for dinner the first night. Hubby got up and went to the restroom, and didn't come out for a very long time. He got a sudden, blindingly painful headache while in there, and couldn't move. He finally made it back to the table, where he couldn't sit up, and was in a near panic from pain. We rushed to Emergency, and within 2 days he was on a plane to Vancouver. He got to experience many attempts at a spinal tap before success, and then they tested and tested and tested. Then they sent him home. I spent the time he was gone sitting by the phone, 6 months pregnant, waiting for someone to call me to say if he was alive, dead, or still on the plane. It wasn't the best Spring Break ever. He did get to travel, but I think he would have rather stayed home.
I hate to think of what's in store for us next year. Small pox? A plague of some sort? Who knows. Anyone want to come visit us next March?!