I hardly know where to begin this morning. Last night we had our Laurel Transition dinner for my young women who are graduating next week and this marked the end of a very long firefighting season for me. The relief of having a very busy and stressful couple of months finally over is making me half giddy, half emotional. The only thing on the horizon now is Girls' Camp (in less than 3 weeks) and then a couple of blissfully empty summer months. Here is my current life, by the numbers:
6 school days left. The light at the end of the tunnel is blinding me.
640,991 words Olivia read this year in the A.R. program. All thanks to Laura Ingalls Wilder.
3 chin rests Caleb has lost or broken this year. I'm not buying another one for his concert tonight.
9 weeks of craziness finally over. My relief is second only to my husband's.
1400 gallons of the perfect adrenalin/cortisol combo pumped through my body. I hope the damage isn't permanent.
10 yoga classes my husband gave me for Mother's Day. Zen is coming.
4 children who are about to get my undivided attention. It's about time.
2.7 miles I ran this morning. shocking, really.
1.29.08 was the expiration date on the yogurt I threw out yesterday morning. Bridget said, "When was the last time you cleaned out your fridge?" Apparently it was a while ago.
0 things on my t0-do list. I'm trying not to make any sudden movements.