In the four days since quitting, Paige has been fretting endlessly. On the other hand, I’m amazed at how much better I’m sleeping at night, as if some huge, hidden weight has been lifted from my shoulders.
Uninterrupted by e-mails or emergency pages, the weekend was incredibly peaceful. I was still receiving them on Thursday, but I just deleted the e-mail accounts and blocked the text messages.
It felt great.
I tell Paige not to take Grant to her mother’s. Instead, I’m taking him on an adventure. Paige reacts with a bemused smile and helps me pack his Thomas the Tank Engine backpack.
By 8 a.m., we’re out of the house and heading happily to the train station, where, for months, I’ve been promising to take him. ...