There is no such thing as sanity.

The kids are screaming and running around, alternating between fighting and playing with toy guns and wands.

The dog keeps barking at thin air. Sure one of those times it was the mailman, but all the rest are for absolutely nothing.

The laundry is sitting exactly where I left it, with one load in the washer, one in the dryer. The rest sitting in baskets in front of said machines waiting their turn.

The dishes are piling up in the sink, all dinner ingredients are still sitting in the proper storage spaces they were put after the shopping trip from the other day.

And I am gloriously sitting on the couch, coffee cup in one hand, and a paperback book in another.

This is my idea of bliss during any school vacation.

Who needs sanity anyway?

Author: Bookstore owners daughter

Mom. Wife. Woman. Pet lover. Survivor. Medical Miracle. Fertile Myrtle. Sister. Daughter. Granddaughter. Book lover.

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