Sugar. Crap. Hiss. Spit. Ooefff. Thud. Smack. Slam. Oh heavens, that really was the phone ringing. What? My van light is still on? -30 you say? Roll over...grab jamma bottoms and with tremendous effort - actually open an eye. 6:30 a.m. The alarm clock is insisting that I wake up. I trundle downstairs, outside into the cold....shove a key into the ignition and start the van. It starts, and I am shivering.
Turning, I negotiate my way up the snowdrifted path, into the house, and back up the stairs. Slamming the snooze button, I huddled back into my still warm bed. Is getting the kids to school on time really worth it? The van is still running so I shouldn't go back to sleep. The snooze button gets pummelled four more times before it was finally time to wake the sleeping. To be fair, they were not impressed with the concept of morning either.
Back into my room, I managed to find some semblance of business attire and dragged that out. Got ready for work and then, I proceeded to get the girls ready with breakfast. Then I caught sight of it. Oh yes, the reason that I am groggy, tired and basically not even feeling human.
It lurks on the counter. Really, there shouldn't be such a problem with this innocous thing. Made from trees and ink, the pages are rumpled and the cover bent back. That book. That blasted book. I intended to read just a chapter or two and instead, read the darn thing cover to cover in the evening - or rather early wee hours of the morning. I accidently got sucked into the story and that was the beginning of the end of the book.
The problem really is that can happen with any good book. I can burn dinner, forget appointments, be late getting to bed and late getting up. Books should really come with warning labels attached. It doesn't help that schools are pushing parents to encourage literacy. We are supposed to model reading and encourage reading. This sounds simple but really isn't. In the throes of a good book, do you really think that the children eat properly? Get to bed on time? Get their homework done? No, they don't. They just gleefully go their own way and do as they like. Hence the reason that I don't often sit down during their waking hours to read. But still, last night happened. The wars raged, wizards flew and romance blossomed. I fell asleep to medieval dreams and still. . .
I detest mornings. Speaking of which, I guess I need another book. . .
This was good. I have no idea what you mean by losing time with a book though. I mean, you can't just stop and close the book? That should be as easy as pie (wouldn't you like some pie now?)
ReplyDeleteOh I hear ya, Em. I used to do the very same thing. But, I would have 2 or 3 books sitting on my dresser and after having stayed up till the wee hours to finally finish one, I would glance over at those unread books and think, well, just one chapter couldn't hurt, right?
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