Drain the swamp. Drain the swamp.
That said, I still need to teach four more weeks, grade a few more (lots more) papers, complete a big batch of NCLB-related paperwork, complete a full set of progress reports, and clean/straighten/ close up the classroom.
And... help Amigo with his homework. Keep track of his finals schedule, figure out his transportation for that week, and get him there and home on time.
Move La Petite home from school. This might not be as bad as it's been in the past, since she's not living in a dorm any more. She has a year lease on the apartment, and most of the furniture and other large items will stay there. We'll just have to move her mattress, her stereo, her clothing, her shoes, her rabbits... well, maybe it will be a big trip after all.
And then, when the school year is actually over and I've locked the classroom door and left it behind, I need to get the family ready to travel.
One of Husband's many sayings is this: "When you're up to your neck in alligators, it's hard to remember that your goal was to drain the swamp."
I think I need to rephrase the first sentence of this post. I will look forward to vacation the day we leave and everything else is done. Then, and only then, will I be able to breathe freely and easily. I'll be ready to leave my own "swamp" behind. Stumble It!