Here's the thing. There's only three weeks left of my summer break. (And while saying that, I'm dodging knuckle sandwiches and evil eye glares from all my readers out there who have "real" jobs!)
Summer break is ten weeks long, but for my purposes here it's best to think of it as just a weekend.
The first month is like Friday night: you're ready to PART -TAY! You stay up late, you meet up with friends, you go out on the town, you yell Woo Hoo a lot, and have a general disregard for the future. You can still taste the sweet flavors of freedom.
The second month is Saturday. On Saturday, you sleep in late (of course!) but you end up getting out of your pajamas around noon to run some errands. You might clean the house, or work on that project you've been putting off.
The last few weeks is Sunday. Sure, you're technically still off of work, but Monday is looming a little too close in the horizon. On Sunday you might start to panic. You might finish that report that you were supposed to write, or get to those emails you were supposed to have dealt with on Friday. You may not enjoy your day very much because you're thinking about how awesome Friday and Saturday were and how LONG you will have to wait until the next weekend.
It's definitely Sunday for me over here. I've been back in my classroom, getting things ready before we go on a last little jaunt to visit the in-laws. Three out of four bulletin boards are set up. Files have been reorganized and resources have been copied. I'll go in tomorrow to tie up some loose ends (and finally realize that I'll never be able to get it ALL done before the kids come) then it's three days of professional development before our last trip of the summer.
I'm determined to squeeze out all the fun I can before "Monday"!
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