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