My school district is on Fall Break this week. For those of you who aren't familiar with such a thing, it's the same thing as Spring Break (a week without school), except it happens in the fall. True, there are no crops to plant in the autumn, so it's pretty unnecessary, but considering that Erlanger and Elsmere have exactly one farm in each of them (neither of which have school district children living there) Spring Break doesn't mean much around here, either.
My children are NOT off school this week. Their school district doesn't have Fall Break. Meanwhile, my wife, who also works in my school district this year, is using this week to go to Los Angeles with another advisor from the museum, supposedly for some museum-related purposes, but mostly as a vacation. I am NOT off all week. I will go into work three days this week. It's a good time to get some things done without constant phone calls, emails, and heads poking into my office. So I'll be in my office most of the week.
But not today. Today I just said goodbye to my children as they walked up to school. And, as I said, my wife is three time zones away. And me? Don't cry for me. And don't get upset with me, either, for what it is I'm about to say. I'm sure that any of you that are married will understand what I'm getting ready to say. For the rest of you, please know that I love my kids and wife very much. Don't think me a terrible person.
Okay, having prefaced with all that, I'll say it now: I am SO excited that my children are out of the house and my wife is, too. I am VERY excited! I have the entire day to myself. It's just eight hours, I know, but they're MY eight hours. And what am I going to do with them?
Whatever I feel like.
Gosh.
(I can't see the video.)
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