My sigh of relief…

My jumping for joy on the hardwoods…

My arms, flailing through the air in reckless abandon!!!!

No more baseball.

No more school.

No more having to make a kid breakfast before 8am.

No more packing a lunch.

No more having to look at the clock until 4:08p to then leave and get a kiddo from school.  If I leave any earlier, I drive behind buses that stop every block.  If I leave any later, then I feel like a BAD MOM because my kiddo is one of the last to be picked up.  You have to time these things precisely people!

B5 sketch



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