Last week will go down as one of the best spring breaks ever. Why? Because the only item on our agenda was to do what suited us in the moment, even if the desired activity was inactivity – a rare treat. In the absence of all the things that devour our time, not filling that void was akin to walking in an unfurnished room – one that awaited the homey feeling only a family can provide. And not one of us cared if the drapes didn’t coordinate with the rug or if the sofa didn’t “go” with the chairs.
The much-needed break started out with cold, raw weather that was not at all what spring breakers hope for. However, I was thrilled. On a couple of those nasty days, we were slothful and pajamas were the uniform. I didn’t fight the soft rain, dark skies, or warm beds; I couldn’t. I was nearly comatose, but lucid enough to enjoy laziness not normally allowed by three children, a home, a dog, a cat, and two hamsters.
Simultaneous with the clearing of the weather, we were refreshed by our mini hibernation and ready to get out and enjoy whatever the days would bring. The slate was clean; we were running the schedule instead of the reverse. It was a feeling money can’t buy, and thank goodness for that as I’m certain our elected leaders would find a way of taxing it otherwise.
Early on, Jeff and I enjoyed a quiet lunch at the new Arby’s (food and service were excellent) followed by home-project shopping at Lowes – without children. Pure bliss!
We took the kids bowling one evening. I broke 100 (a personal best for me even with the bumpers up) and beat the pants off the whole family with my high score of 116! I wasn’t able to perform as well and came in last on the following game, even with bowling-league extraordinaire Paul Barrow giving me a few pointers from the lane beside ours.
On St. Patrick’s Day, we tried our luck on the greens of the Chambers County Golf Course with our two youngest children. When the cold fog burned off it was a beautiful day . . . no, it was a perfect day. There’s nothing like the serenity on a golf course. I messed it up at one point when my ten-year-old daughter made an incredible shot. I jumped out of the cart clapping and yelled, “Great shot!” It wasn’t that prissy golf clap, either. Apologies to those who suffered during my breach in etiquette.
One day, we took in a couple of movies at our leisure, while on another the kids played outside until dark. Yard work was done, cars washed, lemonade drank, and sunshine abounded. No worries, no schedule, no clock hands directing our every move.
In this age of fast-tracking everything, it was heavenly to not only slow down, but stop altogether. By taking a break from obsessing over daily minutiae, the economy, bad news, crisis du jour, I’m reminded that life’s pretty darn good . . . even on a bad day.
I highly recommend spending time filling empty spaces . . . I promise you’ve got nothing better to do.
© 2009 Natalie Whatley