Case in point... Spring Break. The kid gets a week off school, heads out of state to hang with grandma and mom gets a week of being responsibility-free. Sounds like a win / win situation, huh?
I hate it. That peaceful quiet that I think will allow me to accomplish so much while he's gone and the absence of him not playing drums or screaming at his friends over his headphones while he plays xbox within a day becomes like a silent death. I pace around the house looking for things to do. I flip channels on the TV. I have opened five or six books to begin reading, and I can't seem to do anything. I miss the noise. I miss the kid horribly. I'm so glad I've managed to conclude this book series while the boy still resides at home. When he moves off to college, I will undoubtedly be certifiably insane.
So, yes, I write what I know and Lily Drake is a mother first, then a devoted friend, a kick-butt vampire slayer and everything else. What will she do when Keaton grows up in Book Three? The same thing I would do, and bless her heart... I know how it sucks!