Final Wind

I find that I get an extra little burst of energy towards the end of the year. It is as though I can see the end of the tunnel, and so feel capable of the things needed to get there. Sometimes. My poor kids. They have had a teacher with a VERY short fuse these days. I can go from happy to irate in the time it takes to sharpen your pencil eraser. Yes - they actually do that. Or pick the erasers off and throw them at each other. Then they come crying to me when they need to erase something. *sigh* What can you do?

Anyway, although I have a short fuse, it is usually a fairly short trip back to HappyLand again afterwards. Because the light at the end of the tunnel is growing nearer and I can safely say it is NOT a train.