The kids had an extra long winter break this year. A day short of three weeks.
It was wonderful. Yes, they got bored. Yes, they fought. It wasn't necessarily the idyllic days of playing legos, reading books, and exploring outside that we imagined it could be but two thirds of the way through I realized that something else had happened.
Generally during vacation, I am constantly counting down in the back of my mind. Trying to fit all of our fun vacation pieces into a limited number of days... Five days left and we still haven't gone here. Only two days left and we haven't gotten to do this yet...
About two weeks into the break, I stopped paying attention to the days. I stopped thinking about when the kids needed to go back to school. It stopped feeling like vacation and just started feeling like life. And that was wonderful.