Weasel Box

Eli calls his jack-in-the-box a "weasel box." I caught him up in his room last night cramming himself into one of his drawers, pretending to be a "weasel box." Tomorrow is their last day of daycare and my last day of work. I'm feeling surprisingly anxious/sad about both. I packed a buffet of homeade junk food to send with the kids - ice cream cone brownies, hamburger cookies, chocolate covered pretzels...the teachers are going to be furious :) I've never done well with transitions so I'm gearing up for an emotional day tomorrow. As for tonight, I'm self medicating with a glass of Erich's vintage concord and trashy reality tv.