I’m on the brink of something wonderful, friends.Tomorrow starts a week-long fall break for the school district where I teach, and neither my kids’ break nor my husband’s vacation days overlap — which means I have five days of doing whatever I want without the needs of my family sucking me dry, at least from 7 a.m. to 4 p.m.! It’s a Christmas miracle come early.
So, I’m sitting here blissfully planning how I shall spend each little nine-hour slice of heaven. Netflix and Hulu will fill a good portion, as I am behind on a few of my favorites. I’ve also got a basement full of the demonically possessed to empty as I prep for the best suburban Halloween graveyard within a 5-mile radius (I am, of course, excluding the Trumpkin-Pencekin house down the road, with which I simply cannot compete. Bravo to you, whoever you are. Your display is truly terrifying!). I had “Grade Papers” on my list for a hot minute, but let’s be honest. A box of Kleenex and “This is Us” are calling. Quizzes can wait.
What I’m most looking forward to is down-time. The not rushing around after work to drop a kid at practice, swing by Meijer for yet another gallon of milk, and then throw together a Kraft box dinner that no one will eat, anyway. I don’t have to get out of bed, I don’t have to shower, I don’t even have to put on clothes. OK, maybe I need the clothes, but who says they must be clean? Not this gal! Nope, I can just slow down and enjoy something wonderful. A break.