The worst thing about a break is that it must come to an end. I always have a list of things to do a mile long and a foot wide, and I never get to anything but one or two. Today is the last day of Spring Break for me. Well, yeah, I have Sunday, but that's not really a get stuff done day. So, I'm frustrated because it's well into the afternoon and my house is a wreck, my mower won't start, and I can't get anything done with a baby who has decided it is her mission in life to cry for the longest amount of time one breath can sustain.
I am frustrated. I can't breathe. I need a break. I realize I've just had a week long break, but I feel like I've not had a break at all. I've cleaned; I've babysat; I've mothered; I've laundered. I've listened to a lot of crying, and now I'd like to join in.
BOO HOO!
