Signs I’m about ten miles past my sit-this-round-out stage:

**  Christmas came.  Christmas went.  I can’t say I give two hoots about when I get the decorations put away again.  ‘Tis the season.

**  I find myself wondering if it’s possible to burn the candle from more than two ends.

**  I’m dropping off kids in holey t-shirts so I can avoid doing another load of laundry before packing.

**  Christmas cards were a no go for the first time in forever.  I have hopes to send Happy New Year (I did the best I could with December) cards, but I’m starting to think it might be more like Happy Valentine’s Day greetings.

**  We were beach bound, my feet are a wreck, and my toenails are lacking their trademark red.  Not a crisis.  But definitely not typical pre-beach behavior.

**  I’m less concerned with the amount of clean underwear on hand than the amount of great reading material.

**  Lost permission slips, missed deadlines, surprise school commitments, and one 24 hour notice for classroom cupcakes.

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It’s most definitely time for a new year.  2017, let’s go.