Today was the last day of school for my 6 year old and my 5 year old. I decided to take a late lunch and pick the kids up from school and transport them home to daddy. Megan was all excited about the last day of school. She wanted to know if it was my last day of work. I was going to tell her that it was not my last day of work, but Joshua answered for me by telling her that grown-ups never get a last day of work, they have to work every day forever. Boo, that's a sad thought.
Sadder though, is that if I plan to retire at 65 years old, I have another 32 years of working. That's one year less than I've been alive. Interesting to look at it that way.
As Providence would have it, I'm feeling more and more like I need to enroll in classes for my Masters degree. And lo and behold, the tuition reimbursement advisor was at the cafeteria today when I was grabbing some oatmeal for breakfast at the hospital. How's that for a push in the right direction. Because seriously, if I finish a Master's program in 2 years, I'll still have at least 30 years of working to use it. :)