My summer vacation is finally here. My Maymester class is over, and I have almost three full months off until fall semester begins in late August. I have school related work that I'll spend some time on over the weeks, but nothing with firm deadlines or lots of hours needed.
I couldn't understand why this summer break felt so exciting, but then I realized that I've basically been in classes for 2 years straight, with a brief break late last summer. I've done 18 classes in those 2 years. That's a lot of reading, a lot of assignments, a lot of final projects and papers. But now -- I get three months. Three whole months. I get to stay home with my baby girl (and on some days, my boy) to enjoy a much belated maternity leave before sending her off to daycare with Oliver come August. I loved having her at home this semester -- I got to see her a lot more that way -- but there's something kind of fun about having my kids together at "school" (right next to my school, where I can visit them at lunch if I choose).
So if you call the house in the next few months, I might actually be here to answer the phone and have more than a few minutes to chat. Of course, I might be cleaning, or the baby might crying, or we might be out running errands or at the playground or a pool. But what I won't be doing is trying to get a paper done. Hurray for that.
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