It's Monday morning and I'm just looking for any excuse to avoid starting my week a little longer. Yesterday was BEAUTIFUL, and it's still nice this morning, although it's supposed to start raining around 3 or 4 PM.
Heather is up and we should be doing school. Why is it that the last quarter is SO hard ? It's not quite far enough along that we can start counting the days until summer vacation, but our spirits are SO ready for it. When I think about wrapping up her studies, I look at all the the plans I made last fall, and there is still so much that we haven't done. Is life always like that ?
Is that a good thing, or a bad thing? Is it a promise of more to be attained? Or just a reminder of what we failed to achieve? I guess it just depends on how you choose to see it ?
Uh - oh, Heather just came in and she is already trying to negotiate today's school work. I have to be strong, remember who the parent is . . . stick to the plan and ignore the sun shinning outside the window. Oh, if she only knew that I feel the same way !
Well, I need to pry my ass out of this chair and get to work.