Before kids, it’s TGIF. After kids, TGIM.
-someone on Twitter yesterday
It’s not true for me, but it made my Monday more bearable. There is a certain relief when we all return to routine and the banks are open again.
In the spirit of that momentum, a few of this week’s goals:
Order more copies of THE THANK YOU ROOM for my local bookstore to sell. (Done, baby.) (And my local bookstore is selling my books!)
Read more poetry with Jake. I really want to order the collection put together by Caroline Kennedy, but tonight a collection put together by kids worked just as well…Oh, the girl whose classmates saw her underpants and this conclusion she’s drawn: “I wish they had not seen them, but I’m glad I had them on.” I went to a funeral once for a really good man named Erik who died way too young. Someone there told us how Erik used to watch his kids – just watch them play, like there could not possibly be anything more interesting in the world. When I read with Jake, it feels just like that.
Finish the book I’m reading. It’s a really good one, and it’s by a local(ish) author. I can’t wait to love it.
Finish a month in the book I’m writing. This one’s because Mom convinced me to make deadlines. The book I’m writing sets up very nicely for goals of one month in my character’s life. I’ve got this week to finish one of them. (Thankfully, I wrote my fingers to the bone on Sunday and finished this month already! That means whatever I write this week is totally extra credit.)
Football. Three sons. Three teams. Three games a week. If only it wasn’t ninety degrees outside…
Drink more water. See above. And also, my Diet Coke addiction really is getting out of hand.
Drive up my freshly-blackened street with all the beautiful trees, park in front of that lovely curving sidewalk, and find on the tiny porch-sweet-home that the fifth volume of LM Montgomery’s journals has arrived from Canada.
Thank my sisters for the Nutella recommendation. I don’t even care that it took thirty-plus years for me to discover this little taste of heaven. At least we have found each other now.
Worry less, sing more, be thankful, tell someone they matter, get more pictures of those wonderful moments when brothers act like friends, and try – really hard – not to wish the week away just because it gets us all back together where we belong.