My husband threw me for a loop with his question. "What do you want to do over spring break?" he asked.
Um, what? Spring break? He had to be kidding. I'm still packing away the last of the Christmas decor - just last week I found a stray box of hooks on a bookshelf. Surely it can't be time to plan for a spring vacation already.
Besides, I still have the vacation pamphlets I picked up last spring - you know, the one for bicycle rentals, the one for that expensive bed and breakfast inn. By next spring break, I remember reasoning, I'll probably be so slim and fit we can all include bike riding and extensive hiking in our plans. And I'm sure I'll have saved up money over the year, so we can splurge and stay someplace nice.
Hmmm. Not so much.
Okay, so I know where the money went - it went to braces, bills and broken home appliances. And those fitness goals? I think it was nearly February before I broke down and ate frosting from the can.
But time? I could have sworn I had more of that.