Two weeks. No TV. No friends. No playdates. And no cooking.
It's the perfect storm with not-so-perfect timing: A major project for my employer lights up in a week and a half's time, which means communications preparations on my end, lots of odd hours and evening calls at just the time I need to settle the kids down for bed.
Unfortunately we have to do what we can to impart on our daughter that while standing up for our friends is a good thing, the methods she's chosen are questionable. And so, in a sense, we're all in deep with her.
We've done a week-long sabatical from TV before, but two weeks will be tough. I'm praying for good weather. And maybe a glass or two of wine for mom...