I will never argue that teaching is the hardest profession. There are lots of people who do hard work in other jobs. I can’t easily make an argument that we need a summer more than anyone else… all I can say is that in my experience, the amount of stuff that we cram into a nine-month school year necessitates a long resting period. There are few days more thrilling than the first day of summer.
In our house, summer looks like an open stretch of road, full of possibilities. It’s sunny and vibrant and beautiful and free.
It doesn’t require an alarm to sound at 4:30 in the morning. It doesn’t mean melting into bed at 7:30 or making a 5:30 am run to Walmart because there is no lunch food in the house and Momma’s gotta eat. It’s getting up when the sun is already there to greet me and the ability to actually go for a walk. It’s kiddie pools and backyard fires (with s’mores!) and playtime and fun… fun that doesn’t have to squeeze into a two-hour time frame before dinner and tubbie and bedtime.
It means putting away the Snow Angel jammies (starting tonight.) and putting on flip flops and shorts and band-aids on skinned knees. It’s summer. It’s HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yo soy La Lay 
Woo hoo! SUMMER!