Every year for winter break my older son has 3 weeks off from school. And every year I feel a bit annoyed about it. It just feels like an unnecessarily long period of time for winter break. But this year I decided that we would make the most of it. I planned not one, but two vacations. That’s sort of my new thing- planning vacations. A coping strategy I adopted in the last couple of years. It’s not only the experience of being away that is so therapeutic, but also the act of planning and the anticipatory excitement that sets in leading up to the experience. It doesn’t have to be and hasn’t really been anything exotic or extravagant, (my husband’s indulgent 40th birthday weekend in Big Sur an exception). Just something to take us- or me mostly- out of the routine and out of my head.