Two

Two days left.
Two more mornings of waking up to get the girls dressed, fed, hair done, and out the door.
Two episodes of Layla being mad at the world simply because she was woken up and not left to wake up.
Two more mindless, boring, repetitive, and wrist slitting replay of the same damn routine.
Two.  I can do this.

Two more days until I don't have Elba.
Two days and it's full time parenting.
Two days left of avoiding arts, crafts, and forts.
Two quiet and relatively peaceful days at my work sanctuary.
Two.  I don't think I can do this.