I find myself fantasizing about summer with disturbing frequency.
This has been a good school year, and I can tell — finally — that the children have learned a lot. I will send them off to kindergarten, ready for success. But I have been tired all year, and I’m starting to stumble. I’m finding it hard to do everything I need to do, as teacher, as mentor, as mother, as wife, as friend, and I just can’t wait to sleep in and breathe once school gets out.