My husband is out of town for business, and it seemed to me the perfect excuse to buckle down and get some books read. I even asked my friends and family to sponsor me in a read-a-thon (no takers). Of course, I wasn't taking kiddos into account.
My 17yo son had decided to spend the weekend relaxing at home with the family instead of filling his time (to the point of craziness) with surfing and friends, so that was a treat I couldn't pass up. (Well, he did hang out with friends Friday night, and took my 13yo to work on Saturday morning to catch up on some paperwork, but he was home much more than usual and that's a treat these days.)
On Sunday, my 13yo had friends over, so that was a bit crazy. My 15yo stayed in his room during most of that time, trying to avoid the chaos. My 9yo thoroughly enjoyed it. :) Finally, at about 5pm, the house had reached a level of relative quietness that allowed me to pick up my book in earnest.
My goal was to finish reading Sense and Sensibility. At around 9pm I had a solid 150 pages left. Melinda (13yo) told me, "I'm sorry mom, but it's not going happen." Which, of course, brought out the stubborn rebellion in me and was probably one of the biggest reasons that I DID finish it. (yay me!) It took some major discipline to keep myself focused and not switch activities, but it paid off in the end.
My husband doesn't get back until tomorrow night. My hope was to get at least two books read (finish S&S, read The Rosie Project) and I'm still holding out hope. After all, I managed to complete the first half of that goal, right?