Release the hounds...................

Arf...arf....yip...yip...yip!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They are FREE!

Yes.

BamBam and Thumper are out of school.

OR as we like to say.............OFF their leashes

Eh hem

tomatoes...tohmahtoes. Potaotes...pohtathtoes. whatevah.

Which means NO (no, no a thousand times NO!) to:

6:00 am wake up calls
6:05 am wake up whining
spelling lists
math homelinks that make their mother feel like an imbecile
snacks to pack
dress uniforms to iron
daily drills of..."is your homework in your folder???"

I sometimes feel like I am the ONLY mother who WELCOMES the fact that they are home and so am I.

But I'm weird that way.

And, I might add, extremely sleep deprived due to a spousal unit, who has decided to elevate the sport of snoring to an Olympic caliber event.

Are you catching my crazy, sleep deprived, giddy holiday vibe? Good. Pass it on.

Still no news on what exactly happened to the father of the student in my last post. The funeral was today. I wrote them a note. It was hard. What to say? To comfort someone you've never met.

Maybe enough notes from perfect strangers, can give them some tiny measure of comfort, in this season when all is supposedly merry and bright.

And I balance that against an almost karmaesque (see I made up a word) number of people this week who have said, to me, in one form or another

"It (IT being that seemingly never ending span between the first breath and the first smart assed comment) happens SO fast. One minute they are saying their first words, the next they're saying "I do".

Go hug those you love extra tight tonight. KWIM?