Spring broke: Surving seasonal break

When my three semi-grown daughters were young (and since I work in the lucrative world of public education), we’d spend our spring break holidays riding bikes to the park, making dadsized pillow forts in the living room and raiding the gift shop at the zoo.

Now that two of the girls are in college and one is in high school, those days (and our giftshop cash) are long gone.

This year, I spent most of my spring break competing with my youngest daughter to see who could sleep in the latest without developing bed sores. She usually won (barely), mostly because of the shame I would feel if I still had bed head when my wife came home from work.