I LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This has pretty much been me all week.
(This is actually my aunt's dog.)

Last year on spring break, I went to a group exercise class which made me so sore that I quite literally could not walk (without looking like an old lady) for three days.  This year I ended up with a stomach virus, which was introduced to me by my mother, who carried it home from the little plague rats she teaches.

Today I am finally able to return to my normal state of being.  (Yesterday, going to the library for five minutes absolutely exhausted me.  I had to come home and take a nap.)  But that brings me to my point today:

Spring break is not about getting ahead or being the best at everything.  Spring break is a time to play catch up and to lay in bed for three days feeling miserable and making your mom bring you various forms of sport beverages.  (I requested pedialyte; I got gatorade.)

I admit, when I go home to see my family, I am a great big baby about EVERYTHING.  I let my mom make my meals, I don't clean my bedroom, and I make special grocery requests.  I even let my mother do my laundry, which she hasn't done since I was sixteen years old.

But for serious, I live five minutes from this thing.

And what do I do?  I sit on the couch, work on job applications, go shopping, and watch a ridiculous amount of tv.  So really, being sick wasn't that much of a change from my normal spring break anyway.

But I'm doing all of it for a very good reason:  When I leave, my mother won't miss me.  Nope, no empty nest syndrome here!  Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get dressed to go see The King's Speech.  Which I will not be paying for.

Why would I want to go anywhere else for spring break?