My life seems to have come to a screeching halt.
Last week, I was teaching four days a week, working the Writing Centre another two days every week, tutoring, and working that boring-ass reception job on Saturdays. Plus helping three kids organize their lives and finish up the school year.
Now I have no demands on my time.
I sent off the oldest child on a plane yesterday (don't ask, it wasn't pretty), the next one is babysitting today, and the youngest and I are staring at each other wondering what we're going to do all day.
I have nothing but reading to do.
And I've done it... for ten hours.
And now I'm bored of it.
I suppose I could go grocery shopping. Not that we really need anything, but it would be something to do.
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