Why is it Called a Break?

This week (the next seven school days, in fact) are spring break for our local school system.

This removes the biggest issue that we could have potentially had, under normal circumstances – it means that the Monster wouldn’t need to have a lunch packed for all of Passover.  Given his dietary strictness, he’s not observing.  It does, however, mean that there’s now a straight week where he’s going to be home and need to have his schedule managed. Continue reading

On the Road

Some of my major trepidation about going on a trip with the kids is trying to figure out how things are going to work.

My parents seem to me, at least looking back now that I’m closing in on forty faster than I perhaps would like to admit, to have been extraordinarily brave – they had four kids that they were hauling around by any transportion method they needed to use.  We have only two kids, yes, but one is barely over one and the other has Autism. Continue reading

Getaway or Get Away?

The musings on going on vacation continue.

I have to admit that I’m probably more putting the brakes on going away so far than the wife is – she’s very gung-ho to go on a “real vacation”, whereas I’m more reticent because I don’t feel like there’s enough groundwork laid to plan this out. Continue reading

Plotting Our Escape

It’s been a very long time since we’ve taken a real vacation.

We’ve been away a few times, certainly – we travel to visit my family a few states away, and we’ve been once to Florida to go visit family a few years ago, before the Monster had his diagnosis.  But we haven’t tried to take a real vacation, the kind that normal families take when they’re trying to escape the daily grind. Continue reading

Vacation Musings

To date, since we realized that the Monster has Autism, our vacations have been more of the “stay-cation” variety, with us doing relative day-trips to cope with the behaviors we know are going to come out when we’re gone from the usual schedule for too long.  (The one dreadful trip to New Jersey comes to mind, where I didn’t sleep for most of the weekend because neither child wanted to sleep…) Continue reading