Over this weekend, I am home alone. Hopefully my time won’t be spent running from kidnappers and engaging in slap-stick comedy accompanied by a look of shocked surprise.
Instead I have built a list of jobs that are hard to do with kids around. Sink faucets, toilet mechanisms, furniture building, and much more may happen. Already the furniture and contents of rooms are starting a slow, intricate dance around the house. I hope the last beat happens before Tuesday when the family is back; at that point, the house will hopefully be at least safe for children and hopefully much more.