Sorting clothes, back to school shopping (online mostly as who wants to drag three little ones to stores and then actually give them CHOICES about things?? ), trying to organize, trying to purge, trying to stay cool in between.
And the real reason I haven't been in this space, or done much of anything beyond laundry and cooking (if you can call it that), is that I've been reading. I have to admit, for a girl never to be without a book as a child and a former English Lit major in college, I don't read much as an adult. (Yes, I use the term "adult" loosely, especially when it comes to literature. You'll notice all my books are "juvenile" fiction) But there is a reason for me not reading much these days and it stems around the fact that once I start,
My compulsion is to live in the world of my books. You kids need to eat? Be disciplined? You want to leave the house? Sorry, Mommy's busy with a book. You'll have to go trouble someone else. Oh, there is no one else? Drat, I shall have to put down the book and I am certain to be crabby or depressed because of it.
Hey. Some people have soap operas, I have kids' fiction.
But I'm going to have to pull the bookmark at some point here or nothing will get accomplished. In the meantime, I'm enjoying my reading adventures while I'm on a roll. The toilets will wait, right?