Tomorrow is the last day of school before we begin our (well-deserved, in my mind) spring break. Only one more day of waking up, one more day of kiddos climbing the walls because they, too, know that break is almost here. Only one day more!
After the kids got on the buses and the hallways were clear, I treated (tormented?) my colleagues with a chorus of One Day More, the Act I finale of the musical Les Misérables, because I am a choir teacher, so this is what I do.
I love the night before the Last Day Before Break. I love it because I feel like I can stay up later than I should because I’ll have time to catch up on missing sleep. And even though things come up and it always ends too quickly, the night before, the whole glorious nine days of sweet freedom stretch before you like a pristine, snowy morning. There is time for everything to get done on the night before. It’s magical.
On Saturday, I head off for three days in a cabin for my “Light A Fire Under It, Already, Girl” write-in. I am going incommunicado and it’s going to be marvelous. Time to focus on things that I’m always “too busy” for. I am excited for the chance to breath and step away–something I don’t do often enough. Excited for time to reflect and thing. Excited for the change of pace.
Half of the joy of things like vacations and breaks and mini-vacays is the anticipation of it. The final countdown until you board the flight, get in the car, or turn off the alarm. I love to revel in it, and sometimes I feel like my instant-gratification life robs me of the chance. But nothing can take away the excitement surrounding a day like tomorrow–
One more dawn! One more day! One Day More! (It’s not exactly the French Revolution, but I teach middle school so it very well could be! Haha!)