COUNTING DOWN THE DAYS!

I woke early today, went down stairs, grabbed my Primary manual and sat at the kitchen table to prepare my lesson. Yes, our church starts at 9, and no I hadn't looked at the lesson until then, but it was just one more thing I put on the back burner last week. My mind began to wander...it's Sunday, this is my last day of spring break, life continues as normal tomorrow, the weather is going to be cold and cloudy all week, I have so much to do.......on and on and on.

Next, that turning, almost panicky feeling took over my insides and made me sad, heaviness in the chest, water in the eyes, sad. YUCK! I don't like feeling this way. Bob meandered downstairs, hair in serious disarray and eyes straining to open, "How ya doin', " he asks. "Not good." I answer. "I am sick inside. My life resumes tomorrow, and I am not ready!"

You see, I spent the last week doing nothing. I had NO work to do. My kids had NO school, piano, swimming or soccer. We didn't help watch friend's kids or have friends over to play (despite their pathetic pleading attempts). It was just me and the kids for one whole week. I loved every minute of it (minus a few moments...I mean lets be realistic!). We played outside, grocery shopped, went to lunch, hung out at the mall, rode the many escalators, held every whining puppy in the pet store, cleaned out closets, made pot pie for dinner, rented movies, watched a lot of basketball, and even weeded the yard. This is how life is supposed to be.

Robert dropped himself down on the couch and held out his giant, monkey arms to me. I snuggled up to him, and as he patted my back he said,"Just two more months. You can do it." He's right. I hadn't thought of it that way. There is light at the end of this (Calgon take me away) tunnel. Two more months and it's SUMMER. Two more months and he will be more acclimated to his new job, thus getting him home at a decent hour. His big race will be ending, thus having him home with us more often instead of him out swimming, biking and running. And as for me, I am taking the summer off...TEACHING HIATUS, I TELL YA! It will be three months of bliss, no work, me and my kids, sun shining, no school, piano, swimming, or soccer.

Luckily, the sick, heaviness in the chest, eyes slushing with tears, sad feeling, began to slowly subside.

And so I say, "Bring it on Mr. Tomorrow. Throw a million THINGS TO DO at me like you're slinging mud, because I can take it!

But, don't think for a slim second this anxious mama isn't...

COUNTING DOWN THE DAYS!