Heh.
I knew that would get your attention. Or at least his.
Yes, I’m getting more and more like the old Heather with each post. Shock and awe. Shock and awe.
I crack myself up.
But I didn’t just title this because I wanted to get your attention. There is actually some truth to this.
You see, the boy? Not a big fan of books. Me on the other hand? Total book worm. I’ve read three this week.
But, the boy, typically does not like to read. Neither do Matthew and Samara. Which is funny because all we did with them when they were little was read. We were always reading. They both will read if someone reads to them or they can follow along with the audio book, but they really don’t like to read.
But here of late? Matthew has turned into a total bookworm… without the audio recording. And the boy? He has, too.
It all started for the boy when the wave of sickness went through our two families. I was out of Karen Kingsbury books and picked up one of the James Patterson books that the boy got me for Christmas last year. I tried to read it but going from God miracles warm fuzzy to shoot ‘em up murder stuff just wasn’t working for me. So I sat the book down. It just happened to be in the boy’s bathroom.
That evening, the boy was in the bathroom longer than normal and so I hollered in and asked if he was okay. He kinda chuckled and said yes, but each time he would retreat to the bathroom he was in there forever.
It’s really none of my business how long he spends in HIS bathroom but seeings how the majority of the household was sick, I was a little worried about him.
He finally admitted that he was reading the book that I had left in there.
After the initial shock of the confession he had just made wore off, I said to him, “You know that you can bring the book out of the bathroom, right? Like, people read all the time in other places than the bathroom.”
Eventually, the book came out of the bathroom and he sat at the kitchen table and finished the book. All in one day.
And he liked it.
Liked it enough that he asked me if I had more.
Inside I was doing the happy dance. If he’s reading then I don’t feel as bad if I am.
That night when I went home, I rounded up all the James Patterson books that I had. Unfortunately, I only had the last two in the Alex Cross series. There was a time that I had them all but I had passed them on to someone else. But he read the second to last book in the series in a day.
And he asked for more.
So off to the paperback exchange we went and I bought him the first two in the series. He finished those and I bought the third and then, this weekend?
There’s a HUGE used book store on the way home from my parent’s house and we stopped in there. I bought the next 5 for him and he was so excited.
But the last two nights? He’s come home from work, gotten everyone settled and then he dissappears. When I finally find him, he’s got his nose in a book.
Last night, I finally said to him, “We need to talk about your affair with the older black man.”
He just laughed.
Of course, I don’t care. I really don’t. I think it’s great that he’s finally taking some time for him. Normally, he doesn’t. He’s always doing something for me or the kids and nothing for himself.
And he’s reading.
Last night, while his kids were with their mom, Matthew, the boy and I sat in the living room and read for a bit. Poor Sam.
She was not happy.
We need to get her into reading.
But it took some time with Matthew… because he’s now found books that he loves.
But yes… the boy is having an affair with Alex Cross, an older black man.
And I?
Think it’s great!
Until next time…
