I never thought I’d feel this way, but I’m glad it’s Monday.
Actually, I was even more glad last night around 8 p.m., when my wife Elizabeth got back home after three days away with her girlfriends at this place. So while she was getting pedicures and massages, I was busy chasing after our almost-4-year-old and trying to keep our nine-month-old away from outlets and the dog food. Fun!
I definitely have a new appreciation for all that Elizabeth does when she’s home with the boys on her days off during the week (she works 2-3 days a week right now). You spend most of your time planning activities and meals and praying for naps! And I honestly don’t know how single parents do it. I can see making it — barely — with just one kid if you’re flying solo, but keeping up with two is a whole ‘nother ballgame.
But overall, it was a pretty good experience. I got to spend lots of time with our boys, and we got to visit both sets of grandparents as well. We even went over to UNC to the football stadium to meet the players and coaches (Drew is in the Carolina Kids Club, so we got some behind-the-scenes access, even though we left before the players came out, because all three of us were wore slam-out).
Somehow I was able to get a good bit of revising done on my novel at night, after the kids went to bed. They even slept all night! Amazing. I made it to the end of part 1 of the book, with just 2 parts to go. I even got to chat via instant messenger with my agent Sunday morning, which was great timing. And Elizabeth came back all rejuvenated and inspired, so I think, in the end, the chaos of the weekend has paid off.
Now, to find a three-day getaway for ME. Any writing retreats out there? Heh heh heh…