We were on a break.

Spring used to be the two most magical words in my life. No classes, no pesky undergrad students, no stress. Go home, let Mom do the laundry and cooking, sleep 'til noon every single day.

And then, suddenly, I am Mom, and I hate those words. No schedule, no school, pesky elementary school kids, no sleeping in.

So what do I do? Go home, let Mom do the cooking, and sleep until the now heavenly hour of 8:30. Every. Single. Day.

Back soon, I'm on Spring Break.