Christmas comes earlier every year

Much of yesterday was spent by my son moaning about going back to school. Spelling! Cursive writing! The horrors of school in general! Bedtime was filled with anxiety. Breakfast was misery served with despair. We made it to school in record time, in spite of leaving late with me in a flap. We got there so fast because there was no traffic. None! Which awoke my suspicions by the time we hit the normally insane left-turn intersection, and confirmed them when we zipped past the large sign in front of the school announcing today as a teacher work day. There was no complaining at all on the way home, just an unspoken agreement that he would spend the day watching cartoons on TV and I messing around on the computer. For my son it was either one last fabulous gift, or an early start on the holiday season of 2007.