The play is over, report cards are delivered, and students are gone for the summer.
The classroom is all packed up.
Or pushed up against one wall in anticipation for August.
On my way home that last day, I used a Christmas gift card for a massage.
I think I'd be willing to trade my first born child for another one. Maybe.
I arrived home to where organization, dish washing, laundry, and grocery shopping of any kind has been neglected for some weeks now.
I felt it was wiser to spare you the devastation.
I also noticed that I still have my Easter decorations on display through the house.
I mean, that holiday was only a month ago, right?
You'd think I'd be immediately off to conquer long lists of things I can never accomplish while working full-time. But I have no motivation.
And anyway, my list board seems to have been overtaken by Andrew's artistic fancies.
Besides, as if on cue, as always happens the day after school gets out, I am sick. My body seems to wait for me to have time for illness in my life.
Very courteous, don't you think?
So, if you need me, I'll be here on my bed in a flu/mental anxiety-induced catatonic state. I'll probably be here for a few days...