and I figured I had two hours max to exercise and pick up the mass of toys strewn around the family room. But, two hours creeped into three, then four…still no sign of them, no call from Bill. I kept thinking that I should write, revise, begin my final push to finish the novel I’m working on. But I knew as soon as I sat down and got in the groove, I’d hear the garage door going up. So I cleaned and fussed and made darn sure I didn’t place any calls of inquiry to Bill, because all though I was sure they’d be home any second, I didn’t want to offer any encouragement. After all, Bill had been in California for six days…he needs that kind of alone time with his doting children…Anyway, 6 1/2 hours passed (he had been at his mothers as I suspected) and the house was cleaner, clothes were put away, the Housewife Cafe was opened for business, but I hadn’t done a lick of writing or revising. So, use me as a lesson, my writing friends–write every chance you can–you never know when one moment will slide into hours and you actually get something done. Moral of the story–don’t assume your husband will bring the kids back as soon as humanly possible…ask the question…get the work done.