Consumed

I know it’s ridiculous.

I can’t blame a book for making me a bad mom.

After all, how many books have I read that probably made me a better smarter mom? Probably dozens.

Baby 411…Touchpoints…What to Expect the First Year….Working Mother’s Guide to Life…the list goes on and on.

All of it went out the window when, while shopping for a friend’s birthday gift in a local Borders, wearing a flapper costume no less (that’s a post for another day), I stumbled onto a display for Stephene Myer’s Twilight series.

“Hey,” I said to Homer (in his polyester gangster getup). “They just did a cover story on this in Entertainment Weekly. It looks pretty interesting.”

Intrigued by a vampire storyline written by an LDS SAHM, I was compelled to add the first volume to our pile as we rushed off to the party.

The next day, while recovering from my hangover and a touch of stomach flu (it’s hard to say which was more likely given what I consumed the night before and the two-legged germ factories I live with), I picked up Twilight and read through it over the course of just a few days.

By Saturday morning, I was chomping at the bit to get my hands on book two – New Moon. I left Homer in line at the Apple store to run to Borders. By the time he got to the front of the line for his new toy, I was already more than halfway through the 500+ page tome. I polished it off that night.

The house was a mess. Dinner was thrown together.

Did I give everyone the attention they deserved? Who am I kidding? Heck no.

But…nobody starved. No one died.

I’m now halfway through the third book, Eclipse. I’ll probably finish it tomorrow night.

I’ll probably read all three again before the next one comes out on August 1.

So mark your calendars, ’cause you probably won’t see me doing much writing that day.

You’ll find me locked in my room with my book.

Yep. Not feelin’ guilty.