Like garlic to a vampire

The week was going fairly well until The Envelopes arrived.

Three of them. Two were addressed to SnarkGirl and OctoBoy and contained tuition bills, school calendars, uniform requirements and supply lists.

The third was for me, and contained an academic calendar for fall, the faculty meeting/committee schedules and book order forms.

GAH! It burns! All three of us engaged in some very cathartic running around in circles, screaming, hurling ourselves onto the floor, pounding the carpet, shaking our fists at the sky and bewailing our fate.

(School starts up again in five weeks. What the fuck? Where did summer go?)