You spend the whole time anticipating the end and when you get there it’s always too soon.
(Okay, not a perfect analogy. But, you get my drift. I mean, I did Marc’s taxes in 10 minutes while kneeling on the floor in our room with Madeline sick in bed, Olivia crawling all around, and Luke standing on my legs hugging me from behind. And can I just say how happy I am with our return this year?! Definitely just what we needed after a year of buying a house, a van, dealing with house issues, and having another life to take care of. I’ll write up the “good copy” and get it in the mail tomorrow, hopefully. I was seriously giddy and hyper when I called Marc about his forms this afternoon. Haven’t felt pure joy like that since… well… probably since that time that Marc won’t let me mention on the blog…)