Early release day. Last day of school.
I hate these days.
I wish I could pick the kiddos up early, do something fun to celebrate. Instead I am stuck at the clinic, seeing patients with a staff that drives me INSANE.
“Doc, your numbers were down this month, but I see you took a day off…” Cue raised, disapproving eyebrows throughout the room. I throw the stack of financials at them all, watching the papers slide across the table then onto their laps, and scream, “You know what? I am NOT your bitch!” And then I storm out.
It will be a struggle forever. Some days are better than others. Ask me next week and I will be upbeat again.
Today is a bad day.
The photo. Not my house but I sure wish it were. Wouldn’t that be a fun setting for an attic adventure?