Moment of Truth

G grabs a magazine from the coffee table recently and tells me: “Book.  Read.”

I follow the request and open a glossy Pottery Barn catalogue and conjure a tale of a mother inside her stylish home.   Ten consecutive pages of lovely bathrooms leave me searching for a good story line.

“Mommy grabs three green bath towels from the bench and takes them to the closet…   ……And then mommy goes to the next bathroom with two mirrors and brushes her teeth.”

“G, do you really want me to read this?  How about your digger book over…..”   G interrupts and says: “No momma.  Read.”

Ok, it’s a moment of truth.  We haven’t been reading every night.  Actually, the last four months are a blur.   A sleepy, all-day sickness I’d like to forget.

Segue to the announcement portion of today’s blog:   G will become a big brother in late summer!  Hooray!

 

I can produce a million excuses why we haven’t kept up with reading this winter.  The truth is simple:  I haven’t made the time.   Folks, I barely mailed out my Happy New Year cards before Valentine’s Day this year.

But do I think the mother of two little ones, whose husband just deployed overseas for the next year… has more time than me? 

Or the mother of a special needs child?

Or the stay at home mother of four children?

Absolutely not!  

Tonight as I grab G’s favorite excavation book (and also a box of Tagalongs) we begin a pursuit of catching up. No excuses.  If the Girl Scout cookies run out then I move on to a ham salad sandwich and some sweet corn.

Happy Reading!

Lauren

 

P.S.    Dear readers forgive me for not posting lately.  I may be leaning towards more memory keeping and less book reviewing time in my blog life.   I thank you for following so far and hope you continue.