“It’s that time of year, when….

When for 10 years I dreaded the coming of summer. School would be letting out soon, and the longing I had to be with my children and not in some office would stalk me like the laughter of children coming from some other mother's backyard. A nightmare really. I realize it's different for other working moms. 

Now, it's that time of year, when I kiss winter goodbye. I fix my last bowl of homemade oatmeal, which I tweeted about this a.m. I take a big deep breath and I head into summer, hoping it lasts forever. I am home with my children now, and I try to seize the day. I try not to let this thought stalk me: "How long can this last?" Both their childhoods and my sabbatical from the 8 to 5 grind, which is really 6 to 6 or worse. 

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