The alarm went off at 5:07 this morning, signaling the end to the past 79 days of having it my way -- summer vacation.
I hesitated to get out of bed. I knew once I did, it would really be over. I smacked the snooze button, threw my arm over my eyes, and waited. My husband lay gently snoring beside me, completely oblivious to the torment I was going through.
Maybe it was a dream. Maybe it was really only the middle of June and I still had two glorious months ahead of me. I mean, summer flew by so quickly that it could have been a dream, right?
No more lounging around in the morning, reading any book I could find. No more afternoon naps, my faithful Puggle snoozing loudly by my side. No more grabbing a snack whenever I felt hungry.
No more summer.
I took a deep breath and decided I needed to be brave. I mean, millions of people go to work every day. I threw back the covers, turned off the alarm, fumbled for my slippers, and headed for the shower.
Only 189 more days to go until summer returns.