You wanna know a little about me? This says it all...well, it says a little.
"Mom, can I play a video game?" my five year old asks, batting her eyelashes. She knows this is not allowed. Not this week anyway. This week my husband had a fabulous idea--one week without video games, one week scorning television, and one week only taking peeks at Facebook. But the rules can slide. I know. She knows. Everybody knows that Mom is not one who plays by the rules. "Just one tiny one." She adds. "Just ten minutes."
"No," I say with a sigh. I should support Jon in this endeavor to give up screens for a week even if it makes my life harder. Even if it means entertaining a five year old all afternoon. Even if it means neglecting my writing. "Daddy said no. Remember?"
"But can't we just not tell him?"
My breath stops. This is a perfect idea! We could have lots of fun! Her playing Barbie.com! Me writing my next chapter! Oh, who am I kidding? Me reading that new regency romance I synced to my Kindle! What a perfect way to spend an afternoon! But my conscience stops me. "Hayden," I say, putting on my most grave mom face and seeing the bliss slip from my grasp, "that would be lying. Sorry, hon, no computer."
I look at my Kindle being chewed on by the baby. My laptop sits lifeless on my desk. I sigh longingly. "Hayden," I say, "Go get a book. I'll teach you how to read."