In five weeks and one day I will be out of a job for the summer. The mere thought makes me wish I had a big, furry dog tail to wag in joy. It’s not that I don’t like my job or feel grateful to even have employment in this time of extreme job insecurity, but I teach preschool. That’s eight hours of “Miss Heather? Can you help me? I ___________.” This blank can be filled in with: peed my pants, have a booger for you, need my nose wiped, miss my mommy, etc. Then every day I come home to Loren asking for something while simultaneously bitching about his sister who is rolling her eyes and slinking out of the room so that she can get out of lifting a finger to help around the house, all the while Devon is tugging at my shirt and taking three minutes to stutter out that he needs my company in the bathroom so I can wipe his bottom. None of it bad but all of it so noisy. Summer will be filled with its own sort of noise but right now it seems like a dim white static ~peaceful and beckoning.

Loren and I share a love for The Strokes. When I heard him playing this one day I just wanted to hug him with the relief I felt over the fact that he has yet to discover Pink Floyd.