Nine and a half hours to go.
Tick tick tick.
School opens up at 7:55 tomorrow morning and my child will be there with time to spare.
Oooooh, folks, this child of mine does NOT. LIKE. CHANGE!
Even a happy and fun change like Christmas, is still a change and I may have said this before, we no like-a change.
We also no like-a things that take a while to happen. We no like-a waiting either. So even going back to school, knowing that her beloved schedule will resume tomorrow, that almost makes it worse for her. "Her" is Genea fyi. I made her world smaller and smaller today, until she had a tiny corner of the couch to sit on without talking. I was really hoping she would not pee on it, as she has in the past. Thankfully she held dry, and she did manage to maintain her little corner.
"Thhhhhhhhhhe sun'll come up..... tomorrow..... so you gotta hang on til... tomoooooooooorrow .... something something....."
"toooooooMORROW TOOOOMORROW I LOVE YA' TOmorrow"
Misquoted lines, inaccurate spelling and all over poor grammar are all my own sad little effort to make myself giggle in the middle of the night, and not a reflection on the brilliant production of "Annie" and whoever wrote that song, if they should come to sue me in the morning. Which would be okay, since that will be tomorrow.