I love books. There’s nothing quite like curling up with a good book and a nice stash of snacks and drinks, in front of a roaring fire.
Provided, of course, that you know you’ll have a little time to enjoy it, and to really get into the book.
Any other mums out there? Anyone else see the problem with the scenario above?
Curl up, munch, open page-turner.
-Muuuum? where are my trainers? Answer. Politely. No luck - get up and get said trainers from designated spot in the hall.
Curl up again. Fumble with finding the page where you left off.
-Muuum? can i have a sandwich? Yes, dear, help yourself.
Back to book.
-Muuum? There’s no peanutbutter! No, dear. Use cyanide.
Munch. Now, where was I?
-Darling, have you seen the flashlight? Yes, dear, it’s in the utility room. No luck. Get up and get said flashlight from designated spot in the utility room.
Try again.
-Phone rings. Mum? can you find this/that/the other or check this/that on the Internet for me? Now, please… Of course, dear. Comply.
Forget that you were reading and fold a load of laundry - during which time you’re NOT disturbed.
After having emptied the dishwasher (again undisturbed) curl up again. Fall asleep after 5 minutes.
What about audio books? I’m sure they’re wonderful if you’ve got a lot of alone time on your hands (like if you’re commuting or crossing the Antarctic), and they’re fine if you’re pottering about the house all by yourself too.
However many free audio books I receive, they’d be quite useless to me. If I do get any alone time, I definitely go for peace and quiet. I rarely remember that there’s such a thing as music even… If I get to keep my hearing intact, I might get into them when I’m old and grey. For the moment, managing to get through an old fashioned one is challenging enough.
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