Oh yes, it's coming. In just a couple weeks, I will no longer have to get four kids (plus myself) changed, dressed, fed, combed, brushed, packed and prodded out the door by 8 a.m. Can I get a holla? Holla! (That was for you, Taylor)
Having one in third grade and one in kindergarten has meant three trips a day to the school, 40 minutes each trip, for the last nine months. I guarantee you I am more excited for summer break than my kids are.
And I'm feeling optimistic that perhaps I will actually be brave enough to take them somewhere this summer. We spent most of last summer in the house because Rowan was a bit of a loose cannon and I had to keep him on a leash when we went out in public. Literally. I can't find the picture right now or I would show you.
But this year, me and my four fellas are goin' places and I can't wait.
That's why I'm going to take a couple weeks off here, just till school's out, and re-group. I'm feeling a little spastic and out-of-control, which means something has to give. I actually picked up a book tonight (The Help, in case anyone's wondering.... I've been commanded to read it by at least five credible sources so I must obey) and Jarrod said "Wow, it's kind of nice to see you reading a book instead of perching awkwardly on that stool plunking away on your computer."
Doesn't that paint a lovely picture? I've been perching, awkwardly, and plunking over here, people.
SO, I am going to be a little scarce on this blog, except for maybe Fridays, until the first week of June.
I'm sure after a little break my husband will look over and say "My, you look so ethereal as your fingers fly across the keys. Please, continue."
Yeah, that's definitely what's going to happen.