My mother's out of the hospital now. She’s staying at our house attempting to rest. I say attempting because my two children keep harassing her to read books and look at every toy we own. She’s like a sitting duck just laying there in the bed.
But there is naptime every afternoon and that’s quiet. Relatively. And during the week the kids head off to daycare for a few hours each day so that’ll be good, too. In case it’s not, I bought her the new Janet Evanovich book Lean Mean Thirteen to make up for it. I haven’t even read it yet myself. Nothing says thoughtfulness like letting someone else read a good book before you. Although, seriously, making someone wait for me to read a book first is like telling them to go buy their own copy. Because I am slow. And have small children. And my children don’t like me to read books that don’t contain pictures of animals.
They do however let me watch Pirate Master. Which is sad, because, man, is that show stupid. After missing it the week before, I watched a few minutes last week. Absence made my heart grow fonder for that show right up until it came on and the new captain mysteriously developed a British accent overnight. Dude’s not from Britain. Dude didn’t have a British accent until he became captain. Pirate Master is dead to me.
Plus, honestly, I can only handle so much 2nd rate reality television per week. What with the the Charm School season finale this Sunday, my week is all booked up.