Every single year (indeed, after just the two weeks of winter break, or even the week of spring vacation), I miss my kids when they go back. I know this is what we do, and it’s ok, and we get into a rhythm and I would never even consider home-schooling because that wouldn’t work for us on any level — but, just, you know. I hate that people act like I should be giddy to have them out of the house.
I miss ’em, I truly do.
PS On a not entirely unrelated note: Spend enough time looking at the word “school” and it just starts to look weird, mirite?