Going home Wed. I’ve got a few more long days of work ahead of me before that happens, though.
The kids were little monsters today. Took all I had not to smack them. Why would anyone want to do this for a career? But I must be doing something right, since I got an “I love you” from Mimi, the toughest 2 year old this side of the Mason-Dixon line. Take the little pleasures where you can. Somehow I got roped into babysitting my last night here, which means that I have to pack tomorrow morning, my only free time before I go home, and I’ll only be getting around 5 hours of sleep (or less) before my car/ferry/bus/cab/plane/train odyssey home. WONDERFUL!