I am sitting in my bed with two pillows propped behind me, reading Party Girl by Rachel Hollis. Part of my new focus on self-care is knowing when to stop working for the day and to give myself at least a little time each day to read something I enjoy. There was still so much work I could have done last night, but I had no time to myself all day until that moment. I've been reading Party Girl for a while now- mostly because I haven't found stretches of time to read, despite the self-care pledge to not work all day long.
I had already got my daughter to sleep. My 8 year old son, Alex, had stayed up a little later but now I heard him coming up the stairs, carrying his army of "buddies"- the stuffed animals that he has rediscovered and carries with him to bed each night. He came into the room and plopped the buddies on the bed.
"Still reading Party Girl?" he asked, his big blue eyes reading the title.
"Yup. I haven't had much time to read," I told him.
He reminded me I had been telling him about the book and he asked me about the main character and her mean boss. I told himi the part I just read, the boss says the main character Landon can't go home for Thanksgiving because she has to be on call for clients.
"Can you read me parts of Party Girl?" he asked.
"I'm not sure if you would like it...." I say, thinking it's probably not the most appropriate read aloud choice .
"Maybe," I say and I give each of his stuffed animals a hug, pausing at the end to give an extra long hug to his favorite, a little cat we call Meow Meow.
Then I give Alex a hug, he scoops his buddies up and heads to his room.
Kathleen Neagle Sokolowski