I should explain why I’ve been so silent all week.
And have I got something to tell you!
Last weekend, Roger’s editors surprised him with an all-expenses-paid trip to Hawaii for two as a reward for all of Roger’s hard work on the human sexuality textbook he’s been writing, well, forEVER. His work on the book has come to an end and the book has gone into production at long last. And we were stunned and excited and decided that there was no time like the present. We chucked all of our responsibilities and fled to Hawaii, where we had the most blissful, relaxing week in the sun.
Yep, I can tell you that, all right. But it’s not true.
I could tell you that on Monday I had a burst of amazing inspiration, and so I’ve spent the entire week in a creative whirl, consumed by a new exciting quilt that I can’t wait to reveal.
But that’s not true either.
The reality is so ... well, trivial.
I’ve had work out the wazoo. I’ve been staying up late at night to do it, falling into bed at 1 or 2 or 3 am, scratchy-eyed and fuzzy-brained.
The end of the school year is approaching and our district is reconfiguring the elementary schools next year, so I’ve spent TOO much time at unproductive meetings at school to talk about PTO stuff, arrange teacher lunches, work at the school book fair to raise money for the library, etc.
I’ve been interviewing principal and teachers at a completely different school with the possibility of moving Caroline next year, for a host of reasons.
I’ve been sweeping the dog hair off of the kitchen floor and folding endless piles of laundry and trying to figure out what to make for dinner.
I’ve had my teeth cleaned, seen Caroline’s teeth cleaned, and I visited the orthodontist so that he could install this massively tight steel band around my front teeth which attaches via rubber bands to my lower teeth and has given me a constant, annoying headache for the last 3 days.
And that IS the truth. Sigh.
But let’s just pretend that I spent that blissful week in Hawaii, okay?