Ahhhhh, Summer a last.

I have been counting the weeks down since Spring Break.  I used a little stack of 1"X1" sticky notes that were taped to my screen protector on my monitor in my office.  The pages on the stack numbered down from 14 to 1.  Each Friday morning when I walked in with my celebratory Starbucks cappuccino, I'd remove the top page of the stack so I'd know just how many weeks I had left in this school year. 

One teacher had a little dry erase board on her door, counting down the days.  That number was just too big for me to deal with in the first few weeks after Spring Break.  I'd try not to look at it when I walked down that hall for fear of screaming and running from the building.

I'm done now.  I'm not going to lie, this year was different.  This year wasn't fun like most of the years in the past.  This year seemed to go on forever.

I'll be OK, I have a support group, right here at home. I'm going to take each day as slow as I can.  I have a few plans for travel and visitors.  But mostly I'm going to just go by the seat of my pants. 

Hey, maybe I won't wear any pants!