Because Jay is home, I’m taking massive time off from work.  Okay, not so massive, but it feels like a lot because I’ve strategically my chosen vacation days so I have several days off in a row with a minimum of vacation time used.  I am cunning that way.  I also don’t have that many vacation days (and even fewer sick days, but we won’t discuss that).

So.  Time off.  Joy.  Happiness.  A very light work schedule in July.  Again, joy and happiness.  Of course, the days I’m actually at work are chock-full of chaos and insanity and screaming children, but that does seem to make the time pass ever so much faster (which is also nice since my bestest wasting-work-time-discussing-life friend has abandoned me to go play cops and robbers).  Of course, time off means… yeah, you know what it means.  It means I don’t want to go back to work.  Ever.

Sigh…

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 11:02 PM Permalink