Last week I thought to myself, “This is the suckiest March in the history of suck-filled Marches. I’m entering my late forties. There’s not a break to be seen until spring. And we didn’t get a single snow day!”
My next more optimistic thought was, “Then again, we’ll get out on time for once. It’ll be the first year we don’t nearly host a Fourth of July picnic in the school cafeteria.”
Today I discovered spring break is coming early, and my school won’t open its doors “until further notice.”
You don’t enter your late forties without a full understanding of curve balls. But damn.