Time is ticking away until Ben no longer believes in Christmas magic.
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Time is ticking away until Ben no longer believes in Christmas magic.
It seems easy, right? Just do the right thing. Here is a secret. I’m not perfect. Nor am I the perfect parent.
Before you yell at me for wishing away your beach days, hear me out.
I was driving home from Ben’s baseball practice on Tuesday night and my phone rang. It was my dad. Weird. My dad never calls me. I knew when that phone rang that what he was going to say must be important.
Aaaah. February Vacation. Palm trees, toes in the sand, sunshine and drinking adult beverages out of a coconut. Insert record scratching here. Not for Team Scola. Our February break was filled with highways, hockey and hot coffee. The worst part being the hot coffee. Yuck.
We are Patriots fans and last year I did something that my 8-year-old son refuses to let me forget. I made him go to bed at halftime of Super Bowl LI. Yup. That Super Bowl. The one where the Patriots completed the greatest comeback in Super Bowl history.
