How you know it's the end of Christmas break

Your house is 61 degrees when you get out of bed. The heater was going all night.



You leap for joy when Ki brings your lost gloves to school.



You almost die between breakfast and lunch because, for the last 2 1/2 weeks, you've been eating every two hours.




Your kitchen looks like this:

Yes, that is a suitcase on the stove.

Greetings from the Arctic. I mean Roosevelt, Utah.

(the break was totally worth it)