I'm finally over the jet lag. I have had a wonderful time with the kids this summer but it has been a bit draining. We have been traveling so pretty much it has just been me taking care of them. In St. Tropez they were in a wonderful day camp on the beach half the day for a week out of the two that we were there. Now that we're back I needed a bit of a break so I flew Phaedre, my ex wife, up from Atlanta to see them. it's great for the kids and so much cheaper than paying for a babysitter all day here. I really have to get work done, finishing the book and finishing the rewrite of a script and that wasn't happening when I was on kid duty.

Phaedre, as I write this, is sleeping on the pull out sofa bed in the living room. The kids sleep with her instead of in their bunks when she's here. People keep asking me if it's weird and it's not. Ava hugs me even more than usual and whispers, "You're my best friend." I think she wants to not to feel jealous when she's hugging her mom. I am not at all and love how close they are even though they don't see each other very often. Ava had a sleepover Phaedre's first night here and I went out so it was just Phaedre and Chet for perhaps the first time in their lives. She and he baked together.

This morning I yelled into the other room, "Hey Phaedre...guess what...? We make some wonderful babies."

I said it in front of the kids. I won't them to realize that there is no hatred at all between us. We are partners in raising those two magical beings.