The last two weeks of school are nothing to mess around with, no lie. As my Grandma Charlotte would say, "man o' day." My head is swirling. It's not helping that typepad is screwing with my compose screen. I have theme changes I want to make and pictures to post, but they've switched things around and I'm too pooped to mess with it. Next week, I keep thinking, next week. Although it certainly isn't helping my blogging that I come home from a yoga class that kicks my butt to eat a malted milk brownie with pistachio ice cream instead of sitting down at the computer. That doesn't help at all.

So we're winding down to summer vacay, and we're all ready. I'm ready to trade my dress pants for flip flops and Callum's ready to switch to swim trunks for the next ten weeks. We don't have any trips planned, and all I want to do is cook and write and tend to my house and my boy and sit on the beach. I'm working on a school year wrap-up post (For Callum, not me. I have my own self-evaluation to write for work, but I don't think you guys need to read that!), and after that it's summer. Summer at school, summer in my house, and summer in the Blue Rain Room...I can't wait.