I woke up this morning (Sunday) with a list of things to do. My husband was leaving to spend the day with one of my kids. Another kid came home, but he wanted to study. I pretty much had the day to myself.
I had a list:
1) Finish cleaning the bathrooms.
2) Read and judge a contest entry (note to self—stop saying YES)
3) Go buy the stupid vacuum. Don’t ask. I mean really, how hard is it to pick and vacuum and buy it? I make major decisions all the time, but this vacuum thing is killing me. Anyway…
4) Work on a synopsis. Love the story idea, not sure I love the way I’m getting it down on paper.
5) Go to the store and pick something up for dinner because oldest son is here.
6) Go swimming, enjoy the pool.
7) Answer email and write cheerful happy notes to all my friends going off to the Romance Writers of America Conference and leaving me all by myself. Not that I’m jealous or anything. It’s my own fault, by the time I got around to registering the hotel was full and I didn’t want to stay at an offsite hotel…sigh.
8) Write the Murder She Writers Blog. I usually do it on Sundays.
That was just the start of my list but I was raring to go. I came downstairs bright and early for my cup of coffee and made the fatal mistake of thinking I’d read a couple chapters of a book while drinking my coffee.
Then I read a couple more chapters.
Crap, look at the time! Having enormous self-control, I put the book down and took a shower. I had plans to get stuff done! I can read later! I got in gear, did the shower, dress and fluff routine and cleaned the bathrooms! I was on a roll.
But tired, right? I deserve a little break. I poured some more coffee and thought, I’ll just read another chapter. Just one…
My son rolled out of bed at noon, came downstairs and started chatting. Guess what? I can still read and talk to a kid. I still got it! I can still multi task!
Wait, task…didn’t I have some things to do? Something? I asked my son if he was staying for dinner.
Yes, darn it, and he wants lemon chicken. I slapped the book down and went to the store to grab some chicken. On the way home, I thought about how much time I’m wasting reading this book. It’s a gorgeous Southern California day and I’m letting my pool out back go to waste…and then it hit me…
I can swim and then read on the lounge! Which I did! It was wonderful.
Later, I came inside to find my son studying. “Hey,” I said smugly, “I bet you wish you could go in the pool!”
“Yes,” he grumbled. “But I want to finish my laundry, wash my car and read three more chapters before I go home tonight.”
I laughed. “The pool felt really good.” Sure, I’m tormenting him, but he deserves it, trust me.
“Mom, don’t you have a blog to write?”
Spoilsport. I don’t know where he gets the mean streak. “I have time,” I muttered and looked at my watch. Four O’clock! Where did the day go! The hubby and another kid will home around five, then there dinner and other things to get done. The day somehow slid away from me. It’s not fair, I was SEDUCED. The book is BEYOND THE HIGHLAND MIST by Karen Marie Moning. What seduced me? The characters…they seduced me. It’s not my fault! I just kept having to read one more page, then one more…
Besides, so many people are gone to either RWA Conference for Thrillerfest that no one is probably reading this blog anyway. But if anyone is out there—am I the only one? Or have you been seduced too?