Welcome back to Friday and another confession!
(Maybe I should start by confessing that I’m tuning out the Toddler’s yakking from upstairs because she thinks she’s going to skip a nap today, and I think she’s got to be joking.)
But that’s not really what I came to confess, thought it IS somewhat related.
I’ve been turning a blind eye to the state of my house so that I can grab me-time (and my own book) instead.
That’s one just about anybody can relate to, right?
I usually blog about children’s books, and that’s what much of my reading time involves. But then there’s the “adult swim” books. The ones that are not meant to be shared with the Toddler, but are for me alone. I used to read before bed, and sometimes still do, but lately I’ve been finding that I’m too tired by that point in the day. So instead, I grab some me-time during naptime. Lately, I’ve read Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen, and The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. At a recent trip to the library book sale, I also picked up several new-to me titles, including my current read A Girl Named Zippy by Haven Kimmel.
Next on the list? The Widow of the South by Robert Hicks.
When do you have “adult swim”? What are you reading? I can always add something new to my list.
It’s okay. The laundry can wait.