You can smell your freedom and I’m in a total panic.
Not even two whole days left and I ponder my life.
I mean, why did I have children in the first place?
Will you be okay if I send in a crumpled $20 bill?
I mean, I know it’s tacky as Hell, but I’m just not creative.
You know that I think you’re worth at least a mortgage payment, don’t you?
I don’t how you do it and go ahead and laugh at me, but I used to be one of those who wistfully longed for a “teacher schedule.”
Hahahahaha, I know now.
I watch y’all haulin’ ass into school most mornings, leaving just as I am packing lunches.
You stay late too and it gets dark so early right now that I bet you feel like some sort of crazed vampire.
I am in awe.
Because I adore you, I will not complain about my kids getting out of school.
Nope, I will only say thank you.
A million times over, thank you, thank you for loving and hugging and being the friendly smile that greets my little people each morning.
Two days. You’re my heroes.
Love,
Mothers Everywhere
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