It always happens this way. I need deadlines, for I would never complete anything without them. So for the next week, for all intents and purposes, I'm busy writing. Deadlines are a good thing.
This was the first week of summer vacation. No rushing out the door to get my son to school on time. No listening for the phone at 6AM in case I'm needed to sub. No rushing back out to pick up the little guy. Just hanging around on my own schedule, with children. So much for my own schedule.
And days off, my favorite days of the week ... no, month. We don't get them every week. There are three things I look forward to on the occasional days off, when my dear sweet husband is home: the rare but oh so sweet date night, writing time, and the also rare and also sweet mother's night out. My mother's group has scheduled a night out on my husband's night off ... and I'm committed to writing for a drum corps show that night. So we arranged for a sitter and we'll have a date night at the drum corps show, and I SHOULD get the required unterrupted writing time the next morning, because that is another deadline.
Well, 2 out of 3 ain't bad.