4 Days....
Just 4 days until:
a. I am free from pull-ups, pull-downs, morning headaches, disastrous field trips, school lunches, medications (for kids), bathroom breaks, temper tantrums, goofy songs, requests for cookies, puppets, tickles, music, and snacks....
4 Days...
That's all, just 4 more days...
until I am free of EVERY BLASTED VERSION of "Old McDonald", "Twinkle Twinkle", "Wheels on the Bus", "Parade of Colors", "Two Little Ducks", "Greensleeves", and "12-month Macarena", prevent bellyaches from occuring, kissing boo-boos, snatching away crayons, markers, pencils, and glue sticks so they are not bit, chewed, swallowed, or otherwise ingested causing gastric upset....
4 Days....
Until I am able to curse in polite company, eat my food without sharing it, not grumble under my breath, and not send another screaming out-of-control kid to the "quiet room", not have to dodge spit or kicks, wake up and realize that I don't have to go to work until 3 and that I can stay up and read until 2....
Just 4 days.
In 4 days I will be free of the constriction I call my daytime job. And guess what....
I do it all over again in 6 weeks....and I'm too damn tired to even think about it.
Blast.
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Monday, July 12, 2010
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