I woke up early, taught spelling and history in record time, and even had time to hit the gym. That should do it. I should have my email by now. Do I want to pull my phone out of sleep mode and check? Dozens of Facebook messages and tweets confirmed what Gary promised. It was pixie dust day. My kids finished up their math while the first messages popped up on Facebook. Still nothing. Refresh, refresh, refresh... I refreshed a couple of times then turned off notifications on my phone after fifteen minutes passed and the only news so far were of the "not my year" variety. As the emails slowly pulsed out over the hour, I periodically checked my email and peeked in on the waiting room between correcting arithmetic. Tons of conciliation, and still no yeses. Then an hour and five minutes in, I checked my email. The email sat there and rather than puzzling over the "Disney Parks Moms Panel 2015 missive for another instant, I clicked and opened my email. Ky