I was a grump today. I woke up at 2:30 a.m., which is early even for me, and finally accepted defeat and hauled myself out of bed by 3 a.m. I ate some cereal, planned meals and prepared to head out grocery shopping at 7 a.m. Then around 5:30 sleep hit and I went back to bed.
I jumped out of bed around 8:30, swearing. I had tons of baking to do, groceries to buy, errands to run, a meet-up with a friend. WHEN WAS I GOING TO READ?! I'd only read one chapter on Saturday and today is The Sunday Salon. I even had a deep and meaningful post scripted in my head.
I hurried through the stores, ignored the sunshine, griped and grumped. The day was escaping me and I had to read.
Around noon I left to drive about 40 minutes away to pick up my daughter. Blasting Arcade Fire with the window down cheered me a little, but Miss Hope cheered me the most. On the way back home, she sang loudly to Heart songs and giggled a bit.
Okay, today isn't a reading day, but it was going to be a wonderful day nonetheless. I decided to NOT read today. To intentionally take a reading holiday. So what did I do instead?
- Enjoyed sunshine
- Met up with a friend for coffee
- Held Hope in my lap for about an hour
- Ate Subway with Hope
- Went for a walk and played on the slides with Hope at a local park
- Baked Lemon Maple Pecan bread
- Having a friend stop by for a chat tonight
- Giving Sam extra hugs when he arrives home from work (to make up for my grumpy day)
Tell me -- do you ever feel the need for a reading vacation?