Like High School

This weekend Nick went away for one night with the youth group to a mud volleyball tournament. The girls and I were going to go with him, but upon learning it was a tent and outhouse situation-I declined. Isabella has become quite particular about her potty using, and I did not want to spend a day covered in mud and pee.

While Nick was gone I decided to crack open a book I ordered just a bit ago, (no, not yet Harry Potter, it's day is coming though!). I had read a great review on a blog I respect about the book Momfidence . My book arrived a few weeks ago and I had yet to give myself permission to start reading it, just in case what happened, well, happened.

I think it was probably highschool the last time I got engrossed in a book and lazed around all day neglecting all other things just to finish it. Then I would ofcourse shower and look for something great to do. I feared the same would happen if I started reading Momfidence, at it did. Sorta.

Have you ever noticed how doing things "like I did in highschool/college" is not really a true statement once you become a mom? Events now are a version of their highschool selves, just as we are.

I put Brooklyn down for her afternoon nap and gave Isabella some snacks and a blanket to go along with her fifty billionth viewing of "Credinables" and began to read. I only meant to read for half of Brooklyn's nap, (1.5 hours), and then get up and do wifely and motherly things. I just could not put the book down. My kids got fed ofcourse, (Wagon Wheels is a vegetable right?) and when Nick walked through the door exhausted from his physical exhertions he noted the book in my hand and walked back out the door to KFC.

Everyone survived the day I was mostly AWOL while reading a book purely for my enjoyment and personal growth. Which is good to know, because now I have to read it again. Slowly this time. To make up for it, we went to the park today and they had a blast.