There are a few things I miss now that I’m a parent. A day off. A strike on chores. A flat stomach. Lesierly shopping. But I mainly miss reading for hours on end.
I loved taking an afternoon, curled up on a bed or sofa, reading a great book, devouring every page. , Moving only when I needed a bathroom breakI would have drinks and snacks in easy reach. Hell, sometimes I would even ignore the phone.
God, I envy people who can do that.
As my mom and I sat through story time, we learned that we too could enroll in a summer reading program like the boys.
Me: (whispering) We should do that.
Mom: (whispering) Maybe we could get a pencil and stickers too.
See, where I get my sarcasm?
Me: (whispering) We would probably get discount coupons.
Mom: (whispering) Sure, why not?
Mom: (whispering) You know people get all impressed when someone says she read fifty books. But I read. What? About a hundred.
Me: (whispering) At least.
Mom: (whispering) I go through a book in three days.
It’s a sad world when a girl envies her mother and glares at her mom’s back during preschool story time.