I Have my Mind to Think About

I haven't read more than one book a year since my first child was born. 

This is because when I read, I ignore my children for very extended periods of time.

Breakfast/lunch go unmade, copious amounts of PBS kids get watched.

It is sad.

But lately I've felt I'm actually getting dumber. Preventative action had to be taken.

I joined a book club. One where you have to actually read the books.

Flippin awesome? You betcha.

We just finished our first book club, and I loved the whole process. The book (on the beach) was great, the food delicious, the conversation intelligent and motivating.

And best of all, apparently I now have a child old enough (and nice enough) to take over motherly duties when I fail to remove myself from reading in bed for half a day.

Dear Malan, the pancakes you delivered to my room were scrumptious. IOU date night babysitting for a year when you have kids. Love, Mom.