It was Saturday morning. I didn't have to get up early, and without that much to do until later in the day, I thought, why not stay in bed and read The Rescue for 45 minutes or so? Guilt sets in. I should get up, help the kids get breakfast (although they're old enough to get their own breakfasts). My husband brings a cup of tea to my bedside. This is getting good. Could I possibly skip a shower, and make the time up in this manner? No, I need to take one, but I have time. Time to read and shower. It's early enough. The chores can wait. I can stay in bed and read. I can (and did!) enjoy this, although with a bit of guilt. As I read, I got to the start of this romance, the part where the characters, Denise and Taylor, begin to fall for each other, which is always the best part, full of possibility and newness. So, as my youngest daughter asks if she can make herself ramen for breakfast, I shout, "Sure, honey, don't burn yourself! Or have a brownie. With some milk, of course!" She chooses the ramen, and doesn't mind in the least. I don't mind either. From the bed, where I read, propped up by pillows, sipping my tea, the ramen smells delicious. So I'm not the perfect mother. I suggested brownies for breakfast, instead of getting up at the crack of dawn to make the kids a healthy breakfast (I'll make them a nice lunch!). At least they're learning to take care of themselves. It's pretty nice not having to get up right away for a change, to linger in bed and read, because I wanted to find out what happens in the story and know that later today I'll be too busy.
It was Saturday morning. I didn't have to get up early, and without that much to do until later in the day, I thought, why not stay in bed and read The Rescue for 45 minutes or so? Guilt sets in. I should get up, help the kids get breakfast (although they're old enough to get their own breakfasts). My husband brings a cup of tea to my bedside. This is getting good. Could I possibly skip a shower, and make the time up in this manner? No, I need to take one, but I have time. Time to read and shower. It's early enough. The chores can wait. I can stay in bed and read. I can (and did!) enjoy this, although with a bit of guilt. As I read, I got to the start of this romance, the part where the characters, Denise and Taylor, begin to fall for each other, which is always the best part, full of possibility and newness. So, as my youngest daughter asks if she can make herself ramen for breakfast, I shout, "Sure, honey, don't burn yourself! Or have a brownie. With some milk, of course!" She chooses the ramen, and doesn't mind in the least. I don't mind either. From the bed, where I read, propped up by pillows, sipping my tea, the ramen smells delicious. So I'm not the perfect mother. I suggested brownies for breakfast, instead of getting up at the crack of dawn to make the kids a healthy breakfast (I'll make them a nice lunch!). At least they're learning to take care of themselves. It's pretty nice not having to get up right away for a change, to linger in bed and read, because I wanted to find out what happens in the story and know that later today I'll be too busy.
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