I am beginning to see a pattern.
School ends and it's summer.
Time for swimming, vacations, fireflies, outdoor festivities, and loads of exciting days making memories to last a lifetime with my beautiful children.
By the end of summer my dream has become a nightmare.
It is all I can do not to heavily medicate myself until I hear the first school bell ring.
9 days and counting.
I love your children more than any others, and yet I'm still pretty happy to give them back at the end o' the long summer day.
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