It is a well known fact that when The SIX plan a get-together, an event, a retreat ... anything fun really, that the world conspires against me. It's my punishment for being the most sane of us all.
I was bound and determined this weekend would be different -- I would be attending our impromptu retreat on Friday. And thus began the countdown.
Wednesday Night: Chinese take out. (Mistake! The skull and cross bones on the box should have been a dead give away ... pardon the pun.)
Thursday Night: Permanent residence taken up in our bathroom.
Friday: Much better, but now my husband (aka Retreat Babysitter) had taken up permanent residence in our bathroom.
Friday 4 p.m.: I went anyway. (Note: Left husband with homemade bread, homemade chicken noodle soup ... and my son. Note 2: I am highly motivated by guilt.)
Result: Most productive writing retreat EVER! Wrote 6 pages, and then 2.5 more when I got home.
Lesson learned: Making bread gets creative juices flowing, and I may have passed my curse off to my husband ... but better him than me. He isn't welcome at the "Girls Only retreats." :)
I'm so glad it was productive! And I'm so glad you're blogging again!
ReplyDeletePregnant brain blogging is definitely the most entertaining.