Ukraine Adoption

Ahh. Time off.

Next week I will sleep in and drink two cups of coffee and read the entire newspaper every morning and not get ready for the day until noon. For real. I'm taking the week off, and people are asking me what I am doing on my "vacation" and I just want to say, it's not what I'll be doing, it's what I won't be doing.

For instance:
--I won't be getting up at 6:15 a.m., making Tara's lunch, my coffee, her breakfast and roughly brushing the knots out of her hair while she screams.

--I won't be sitting in my car after the 5-minute drive to her new pre-school and waiting for her to finish her breakfast. I'm already late for work. Almost done, honey? "No, not yet..."(I look to the backseat, her legs are crossed, bagel in hand, she's gazing out the window, chewing slowly)

--I won't be stopping on the way home from work for birthday cards, graduation cards, thank you cards,(all over now, thank goodness).

--I won't be rushing dozens of miles across town to Austin's baseball games in the evening (season is over).

--I won't be cleaning and doing laundry and cooking all the time. (John: read this)