Why is the last day of vacation always a little bit poisoned? I actually had to go into work this morning for a couple of hours, (Sarah and I did a little rearranging and set up a grocery store dramatic play area,) and then I spent the afternoon with Christine, (which was a welcome distraction from the pending work day tomorrow, which I think we both were thankful for.)
However, this evening, I kept looking at the clock, thinking, "only a couple more hours of vacation before I have to think about work." Bah. I finally broke down and packed my lunch a few minutes ago, and am planning on getting ready for bed pretty soon. Double bah.
I love my job, don't get me wrong. I just love vacation, too!
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