Alas, the time has come. Spring break is finito. Done. Over.
Back to early mornings.
However, I must admit, I do miss some (key word) of the kids. The hardest part is just waking up so early. I could be wrong but, maybe if work started at 9, I wouldn't whine so much. When my alarm goes off at 5- every instinct in me writhes with absolute horror. Only 53 more days and I can go back to rolling out of bed minus an alarm and spending endless time with Fran and Doakes. Summer, I can smell you now!
In other news:
my neighbors have aroused the busybody in me. The possibilities as to what they could be doing abounds: digging a homemade pool, searching for treasure, burying a corpse, burying evidence...