December 7

(I must remember not to show the children this particular gratitude.)

Our TV unfortunately shares the same space as my piano. This isn't usually a problem, unless I'm trying to prepare for some performance. My preferred mode of practice is to grab 10 or 15 minutes here and there throughout the morning and evening, rather than sitting down and practicing for an hour or two straight through. But because of the TV location, this can require a bit more planning so as not to interfere with Sponge Bob Squarepants.

But this week, TV viewing privileges required not only the usual completed homework, but the added demand of a clean room. Oh my, the nightly moaning and gnashing of teeth has probably been heard two blocks away. You'd think I was asking for the Holy Grail or something similar.

I'm grateful that even after a week of parental-enforced TV blackout, they STILL haven't cleaned their rooms. I've really enjoyed my practice time uninterrupted by Squidward's nasal harangue of "Spongebob!"