My husband had the day off today, so he came in to help me. I was whining a bit. "I just want to be done with this. I want to be out of this room."
Then I looked over and saw this:
The Irishman found some leftover shaving cream and decided I needed a laugh. It worked.
I am almost out of my old classroom. I’ve started throwing things in boxes to go through once I’m set up in my new room. I know that can be dangerous, but that’s where I’m at.
I just thought of a drawer I forgot to pack. Sigh.
I hope to finish it out in a couple of hours on Monday. I need to check for forgotten things and clean a little. The person moving into my room is ready to start.
Camp is over. I have three days of training next week and then I can relax. I’m ready to start my summer!