I love the end of the semester. I hate the end of the semester. I love the end of the semester. I hate the end of the semester.
Christmas is coming. Did you know that? Someone informed me of that just this week. I believe it was a three year old at work. She thought I didn't know.
*breathe* *breathe* *breathe*
So. Christmas is coming. Food to shop for. A few presents left to buy. A tree to get and decorate. A party to plan for. And what happens at the end of the semester?
See this beautiful girl?
Maybelline's vocal concert was Monday night. I love her concerts. Professionally done. She always looks and sings like an angel.
But for Pete's sake. The last Monday night of the semester? Finals are this week!
If that were all, maybe I'd be breathing a little easier. But that's not all. See this boy?
Goof Ball's concert was Tuesday night. He plays - you guessed it - the bass. See the bolo? It was my grandfather's, the one whose name he bears as a middle name. He would have been so proud. He would have told him to cut his hair.
Again, I'm going back to bed. My children do me proud. But they wear me out.
I love the end of the semester. I hate the end of the semester. I love the end of the semester ...
Until I write again ...