Oh, bleep me.

This lifestyle is too addictive. Staying in my jammes till four p.m., my only obligation being to “ring up my daughters’ purchases” when we play the enthralling game of “store.” The sole interruptions are going out of town, where we continue said freakin’-endless “store” game, even if it’s in a hotel room or on a sandy shore.

So every time I look at the calendar and see I have three weeks left before school starts up again and I start up my whole routine of waking up before drunk freshmen have even gone to bed, getting on the MARC Brunswick line, and trying to do the whole student-mommy-wife-worker-psycho thing all at once, I shudder.

It’s like chinese water torture… May already? Okay, here’s a little bit of fun. Ah-ha! No, no, no you don’t. Back to work you go.

Along rolls winter break and you begin to let your hair down again. Nuh-uh! Spring semester beckons and the grindstone squeals out your name. What’re you lollygagging for?

Finished your semester? Good girl. uh-uh-uh! No putting away that backpack, summer school starts in two weeks.

Thank goodness this is the LAST semester.

Wait, I forgot about grad school. Oh, bleep me.