This afternoon was one of those summer days when it is a felony to stay inside. So, we obeyed the siren song of the surf and sand and headed for the beach.
Our surf was a plastic pool and our sand the deck. We are rather land-locked so we learn to make do with what we've got.
However, mommy decided to pretend she was at the beach and do a little reading.
Stop laughing. I'm a dreamer. I like to dream big.
In an hour I had read 27 pages.
I am a woman of few talents. I cannot carry a tune, sew a hem or even cut paper in a straight line. However, I can read fast. Sideshow at the circus fast. Pre-kids I could knock off a Mary Higgins Clark novel in two hours.
Now between sippy cup emergencies, falling Popsicles, fights over Popsicles and uttering gems such as "please do NOT pee on my deck" I am a tad bit slower.
Turtles read faster than I am capable of. It isn't like I was reading War and Peace either. It was a Clive Cussler. (Told you I was a literary hillbilly).
Well, at least I got a tan. The boys haven't figured out how to interrupt that yet.