I can appreciate the fact that the entire world tried to figure out who shot J.R. Ewing of Dallas fame in one of the biggest season-ending, whodunnit cliffhangers of all time… But figuring out who broke a lamp and lightbulb when all four children blame each other, give evidence of his or her siblings’ guilt, and no one came to tattle first? Good Luck, my friend. GOOD LUCK.
I don’t remember getting “Fall Break” as a kid in school. Spring Break, sure, in addition to the Christmas and Thanksgiving Holidays and the big ole 2.5 month Summer Vacation, but never a FALL Break. I guess someone with OCD issues ((I can say that because I’m diagnosed OCD) felt that the school calendar was lopsided and that SOMETHING must be DONE to remedy it. Voila! Fall Break was born, and is serving as a way to force my kids back into my daily schedule just when I was getting in a rhythm of them being gone.
If you have a mercurial, dramatic child like my second-oldest son, you know that at times they do their best to make a situation all about themselves and their comfort or the lack thereof. When he went bird hunting with my husband last week, his weird little nature came out. Although it was neraly impossible to be or get lost where they were hunting, he kept hanging back in the treeline, whining and saying he was lost and couldn’t walk any farther. Had I been there, this is what I would have said to him: Variations of this Parenting Strategy have been used elsewhere on him in the past and worked every time. It’s a proven science to get a kid like him moving, or at least inspire them to get better at orienteering. Unless you have a stubborn, obstinate kid like my oldest who couldn’t care less if a coyote came up. He’d probably want to try to wrestle it, but that’s another story for another day.