The Peeshwank jumped in the car at the bus stop. I could tell he was excited despite the absence of my purse in the passenger’s seat. (The purse means we are going to Sonic for Happy Hour drinks. No purse = No Sonic, which usually elicits extreme grumpiness from the end of the street to the house.)
Me: So, what’s up, P?
Peeshwank: Can I stay home tomorrow?
Peeshwank: Because it’s Take Your Kid to Work Day and you work at home.
I guess it was bound to happen eventually, but still. Remember when it was just Take Your DAUGHTER to Work Day? Yeah, those were good times. I could send my little man off to school under the whole “Sorry-you’re-not-a-girl” guise. Now what do I do?
So I told him he could stay home as long as he writes when I write. When we’re done, we’d edit, revise, and rewrite. Then we could track sales on our dashboard, do some Twittering to other authors, check out Publisher’s Weekly to make sure our work is still on trend in the market, and send off our entries to all the Spring writing contests.
He scoffed and said, “Never. Mind.”
Over dinner, we went into negotiations. He agreed to chronicle his day shadowing me which will be featured as a guest blog here tomorrow. Possibly.
If it’s not too incriminating. If it is worthy of being read by the masses.
So, I’m going through my daily routine to see how I can make it an enriching experience for The Peeshwank and I think I’m going to have to rearrange things a bit. You see, my current schedule looks like this:
6:00 – 6:21: Check Facebook/Email
6:21: Put boy on bus
6:25 – 7:00:
7:00ish – 8:00ish: Run on treadmill while watching Sportscenter
8:00 – 8:30: Shower, dishes, laundry
8:30 – 11:00: Drink a pot of coffee while reading
11:00: Eat some wheat thins while reading
Noon: go to Sam’s/Wal-Mart and get irritated with all of humanity
2:00: Read some more while dozing off occasionally
3:30: Wine time
Drunk-thirty: LOTS OF WRITING
You see my dilemma? I know, I know. Taking the kid to Sam’s is like the LEAST enriching thing I could do tomorrow.