I have been reminded over the last couple of days how much my writing drags over the weekends and why. Having three kids at home doesn’t just mean three times the interruptions but I swear it means ten times the interruptions. the bickering, the fighting, the asking permission. One would think that older kids could do more without your constant attention but no.

I am sure it hasn’t helped that the first weekend this month also happens to be my single parenting weekend, so I have no help intercepting any of the constant need for attention.

I have managed to get my minimum word count each day, despite the difficulties, and I am hoping that once we return to our normal schedule tomorrow that things will start moving more swiftly again. My fingers are crossed.