We had a whole weekend without the kids a few weeks ago. Their grandma kidnapped them. I was going to chronicle it all for you hour-by-hour (What does a mom of two littles do with 72 hours alone? Fascinating, right?), but then I realized that it almost all boiled down to three activities:
- Decluttering ALL of the kids' things.
- Having really deep thoughts about how hard it is to figure out what you want to eat when you have unfettered choice.
- Sitting up half the night reading books.
The best book was In the Time of the Butterflies, and even though you know from the start that everyone dies--that's not a spoiler, it's on the cover--oh my gawd, did I bawl like a baby at the end. I'm not going to tell you what to do, but reading a book in which a whole family of children become motherless, in the middle of the night, in your children's empty room (the light was bothering Sweet Husband in our room) is perchance not the best call. But, despite the tears, it was so great.
America's First Daughter, which is historical fiction about Martha Jefferson Randolph. It, too, was a little sad. Particularly after (finally!) finishing Hamilton, it really sunk in how much the wives and children of those two founding fathers were impoverished for their menfolk's great works and famous names.
And then I read Wonder, which is about a little boy with a severe facial deformity trying to navigate middle school. This one was a little younger YA than I usually read, but the author was really good at writing middle schoolers realistically (if you tell me you weren't a little self-centered at that age, I'm going to call you a liar), but not obnoxiously, which is a very fine line.
(I enjoyed Wonder enough that I checked-out the follow-up book, Auggie & Me, but so far I'm kind of "meh" on that one. It may be just too much of the same thing.)
At some point in the weekend, I also picked up an old favorite, The Night CIrcus, just to read something sorta-kinda happier. Weirdly, I always find a ton of metaphors for being an attorney in that book, even though it has absolutely nothing to do with the law. The imagery is so beautiful, but at it's heart it's a story about a game that you just have to keep playing even though no one can win...which is spot on most days.
So yeah, that was my wild, childless weekend--I cleaned my basement and cleared out my to-read list. The basement will fill up again all too soon, but does anyone have any book recommendations for my poor, empty nightstand?