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Losing the Moon by Patti Callahan Henry
Today was the last day of school for both my kids. We spent this morning first attending an awards ceremony for my daughter, then an end-of-the-year pizza party for my son. Now we're all home, and my freedom is behind me, at least for the next three months. I'm so reluctant to let it go that I'm turning in my seat and reaching for it, stretching as far as I possibly can. Unfortunately, my foot's duct taped to the accelerator and weighed down with a brick, making me move so fast I can do little more than whimper and watch sweet freedom fade into the distance behind me.
Let's not forget my kids are in the back seat, laughing uproariously and shooting straw paper at my head.
I remember last August--the beginning of the school year. I was so excited both my kids were finally in school. I'd finally have time to do all the things I needed to do during the day: laundry, housework, writing...can you say naïve, boys and girls?
I did manage to get things done, including quite a bit of writing even though I've since discovered I write much better at night, when the household is snoring.
But now it's summer vacation, both my kids will be home every day, and I think my daughter said it best: "Now we'll be able to torture you every day!" I look forward to torturing them, too. Besides, it's summer. They'll be outside most of the time (I hope). For now, I've banished them upstairs so I can take care of e-mail and get those crits done.
I'll sign off now, search for my sense of humor, ever grateful to Kristen for finally returning my motivation.