We all slept in until 9:30. It was deeeeelightful. I was thinking how nice it was, and how I could definitely get used to *not* busting heinie spending my mornings in a frenzy of looking for backpacks, clean socks and book room books all part of trying to get the kids off to school on time.
How summer is coming!
And that means no schedule, no rush...
I got on the treadmill. In my measly 30 minutes, I was interrupted five times. Two kids, (one kid bugged me twice) and then the phone rang twice with my kids' friends calling. That was in 30 minutes.
I went up to shower. Locked the door. The kids pounded on the door at least three times that I know of. You know, nothing can wait, heaven forbid.
It's 11:45. We have been up and going for a little over two hours. Already I have heard two kids moan "I am bored" and three ask "What are we going to go do today" Like I am a fricking events coordinator at fun camp.
I am having heroin flashbacks of summer.
Spring Break is a whole week long.
Please pass the hard liquor.
And keep it pouring in a steady stream until late August.