Well, sort of. Two more days of teaching classes. Six more (work) days with kids (only the last one doesn't really count since it's 8th grade graduation and I don't have a seat in the sweatbox for that). 8 more total days until The Boy's done with kindergarten and our Beloved Blonde graduates. 11 more total days until I'm completely done with this year.
6 more days until UM's first official divorce hearing. I am more and more relieved that I had the sense to force my hubby to change the child custody arrangements outlined in our wills the summer the Drama Queen was born. It was an offer he couldn't refuse -- after "The Incident" either UM could be the godfather in church (which he had already announced to everyone) OR they could be the custodians in the will -- but not both. Hubby chose the save face option and let his brother stand up in church as godfather. And the wills were quietly changed to Mame and Wome as custodians. Being no connosseiuer of divorce proceedings, I have no idea what exactly will go on at this hearing, but perhaps they will have better boundaries to function in and there will be less taking advantage. I don't think the amount of asshole behavior will cease ... not for a long time,, or at least until the Murphinator does some serious growing up. As in "you have been demanding this be over for two years, you don't have a lot of right to be mad that it's now ending."
Bookfair was all right -- not spectacular, but workable. Shelf reading and inventory are the next big projects (along with finalizing the bookfair accounting and numbers).
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