Last night my mom was lovely and took the kids overnight, and John and I got to do the whole date night deal – driving practise (for me), movie, dinner (a gift card from John’s dad that we got at least a year ago and had never used), and then!  The Beatles Rock Band. Lots of fun.

We thought maybe we’d go out dancing – a friend of ours occasionally DJs – but we thought of it too late, and didn’t get hold of him. So we splurged on a video game.

I must say, it was exactly what we needed. Waking up late together, without fighting, or accidents, or requests for breakfast, seemed like untold luxury. But we were talking about it at dinner – I am not starved and slavering for space the way I was when the kids were very small. As they get older, it gets easier.

I do not know who I’d be if I were a farmwife with neverending babies. Other than celibate.

I had a breakthrough on my first two paragraphs. Something was missing, and my fixes weren’t working, and I’ve been poking at it. But the move to actually re-writing, well, that whet my interest to start transferring back in.

But my pen and paper edit is at Chapter Fourteen. Six more to go before I can go back into the computer.

Patience, patience.