Spring Break In Chicago

Last Friday morning I dropped my 16-year-old son at school with a suitcase in one hand, and a tux in the other.

 

We arrived early so he could help pack up the charter bus. The charter bus that would take him and his fellow orchestra and band comrades to Tampa. Where they would board a cruise ship to the Caribbean.

 

Yes. You read that right. My 16-year-old son is spending Spring Break in the Caribbean.

 

Now he – and his music instructor – swears up and down and back and forth that this is not all fun and games. Apparently this is all about a musical competition. The Caribbean cruise part is just icing on the cake.

 

Umm hmmm.

 

Meanwhile, it’s snowing in Chicago.

 

Yes. You read that right.

 

Snowing. On April 14.

 

Sigh.

 

I hope my son is enjoying himself on that Caribbean cruise. Basking in the warmth. Soaking up the rays. Because he’ll have some shoveling to do when he returns home later this week …

P.S. I can’t help to wonder if he’s feeling homesick … or if he burnt himself to a crisp. It hit me last night right before I fell asleep that we forgot to pack sunblock. Hopefully his cabin-mates have moms who weren’t quite so forgetful …