Did the Patriots win?
I was in lockdown this weekend. Husband offered to take the kids to see their grandparents so I could finish writing something that’s been hanging over my head for a while. You would have to be crazy to turn down an offer like that. Writing? In peace and quiet? I tried to be subtle as I pushed them all out the door.
The house remained in the same disastrous state in which it started. Nothing got cleaned. Pajamas were worn all day. Showers were not taken. I refused to set foot outside unless there was some kind of emergency. Like the emergency pizza and birthday cake being consumed next door.
I got 36 hours of freedom for the second time in maybe five years. I was damn well going to make the most of it. Thirty six whole hours, which I ended up spending with all of the spontaneity of someone under a tight deadline, and all of the excitement of someone who doesn’t know how to have fun. And it was 100% awesome.
Up until the part where I had to pick of the pieces of my shattered husband. More Super Glue, please.