I've posted a blog on April 10th for the past two years, so I hated to break with tradition even though I really don't have anything to say. You'll note that has never stopped me before . . .
There is nothing particularly special about April 10th, but for whatever reason, I posted a blog each year on that day. Today is Good Friday and I worked like mad. I don't even know where the day went--every minute was filled to bursting. I even took a call on my cell phone in the bathroom today. I haven't gone to the bathroom or taken a shower at home without an audience since 1995--why should work be sacred? To those of you who are "too busy" to be friends with me, I say your sense of modesty is too refined. You can call me from the bathroom--I won't be offended. :-)
The kids were off school today for Good Friday and had a fun day with my friend, Mike, who took them to a movie while Finn took a nap. Thank you, Mike, for giving Lolo a break. And double-Thank You for the love and attention you give to my kids. My friend, Steve, and his family came over after dinner. It was a lot of fun to just get together and visit. Steve and his wife are a lovely couple and very well-suited to each other. I like them both so much, yet there is something uniquely awkward about being friends with a couple when you're single. There exists an almost imperceptible incongruity--something vague yet tangible that reminds me things are never quite right.
Jack has been having a hard time lately. He misses his Dad terribly and only knows how to express it through fits of crying and irrational anger. For example, yesterday he had a complete and utter meltdown because the string broke on a mask he made at school (even though it was easily fixed by simply tying it back together). I talked to him about it and he admitted he was upset and missing Jeff and that it really wasn't about the mask. He hugged me while he sobbed for his Dad and I felt so sorry for him.
Now, it's late. The kids are in bed and I'm the only one awake. It's kind of boring. I think I'll go to bed too. Don't be jealous of my rock star lifestyle.