You may have noticed I'm a little quiet again. The first reason is because it's that time of month. No, not that... it's the time of month I have deadlines for some of the freelance writing I do, and so therefore I have to MAKE myself do the work so I can be paid. The second reason is that I have a book calling my name. It's the PREQUEL to Anne of Green Gables, people. This is not a casual "read just whenever" book, this is serious bizness. With serious bizness, I have to make bargains with myself so I will not shirk my regular duties to read... so, I told myself when the laundry was done and when my drafts have been sent in for approval, I would be allowed to sit.and.read. I reached both of those goals this morning. Yahoo.
Now, because you aren't one of my children, you don't know one of my deepest darkest shames. But because some of you are quickly becoming my friends, you should probably know this now, before you decide you like me and then fall into the depths of despair when you discover this about your new friend...
I am a terrible mother when I have a book in my hand. Years ago, my husband more than once came home from work to find toddler children with wet, soggy diapers, growling tummies, and glazed over eyes from watching 9 straight hours of PBS. Where was their mommy? Reading the Left Behind Series. Similar trauma for my husband during my John Grisham phase, who claims to have threatened to leave me forever to which I allegedly replied "That's nice, hon." Oh, and the discovery of Robin Jones Gunn... well, that led to what my family calls the great cold cereal marathon of 2006.
I've learned my lesson. I only read after the children have gone to bed, after I have done what needs to be done, and only when I am so tired I know I will eventually go to sleep. I have been known to tell myself "one more chapter" as the sun is coming up even though I know I will be sorry. Of course, if I'm sick or something, I'll read until my eyes bleed if nobody makes me stop.
However, despite my best efforts for self-control, with the single gifting of this book, my penchant for neglect has now spread into my bloggy world... I confess I have been staying away from bloglines all week with the selfish goal of getting everything done so I can ignore you more, and read my book.
It ain't pretty, but it's true. I do promise to tell you all about it when I'm done. I'll even write a review, like some of you have asked. I just can't wait one minute longer....
Now, shhhhh. Mommy's reading.
“You parents—if your children ask for a loaf of bread, do you give them a stone instead?