A Raging Fever

We all seem to be sharing a bug around here. Restlessness, lethargy, general snippiness toward others. Yes, Spring Fever has taken hold of our family. It’s not as if we’ve had a bad winter. I find myself feeling guilty for complaining when the temperature dips into the forties and, with the wind, feels almost freezing. A weather update from my family in the Midwest or a picture of my sister’s boys enjoying yet another snow day, and I realize we have it pretty good here in Texas.

The mild weather might be why the Fever has hit so early. Last night, as we put the final pieces into a jigsaw puzzle that we’ve spent weeks working on sporadically, my son leaned into me and asked, “Can I stay home from school tomorrow?” I asked him why he wanted to and he said, “I just want to stay here and hang out with you.” I know it’s because I’m so much fun, but I wasn’t falling for the false flattery. “Awww,” I said, hugging his little neck. “No. Suck it up and spring break will be here before you know it.” He said, “You’re so mean.” Tell me something I don’t know.

Soon enough they’ll all be home for the summer and complaining about being bored. But hopefully between summer camps and a job for the oldest, a vacation to somewhere far from here, and lazy days on the boat, we’ll all enjoy the break from school. Then it won’t be long before the end of August rolls around and they’re back in school again, and I’ll be the one asking, “Don’t you just want to stay here and hang out with me?”