I am now haunted with reality.
The papers I have barely touched really need feedback and grades. The books I need to read instead of want to read are demanding my attention. The rough sketched out lesson plans for next week are begging to be finalized. The load of laundry I purposefully avoided last week because it was all work clothes must get cleaned.
I can only deny it for so long.
No longer will I get my long, slow morning with my coffee and Scandal reruns waiting to hear Mila's sweet voice stir awake upstairs.