May 21, 2007
Usually I hate Mondays. It means I am back at work and dealing with the daily grind of my job. The kids are whining that they have to start another week of school and how unfair all of their teachers are to require them to study and take tests. This week though was slightly different. It is the last week of school for the kids which mean four days of never ending activities and yearbook parties. That much youth and adrenaline is typically frowned upon in our house but Trina stood no chance since I seemed to be leading the charge of excitement. I didn’t really care whether the kids were getting out of school or not in fact my life is slightly more painful when they are out of school than when they are in school but that was not why I was so excited.