Stop Doing What?
As a mother, many sentences begin with “Stop!”
Stop being mean to your sister.
But this weekend, I actually found myself thinking the impossible.
Stop reading. Gulp.
I did not actually utter this terrible phrase out loud but I must admit to thinking it. More than once.
We returned from a busy week at the beach on Saturday. Both girls were exhausted. Unfortunately, they chose to express their exhaustion in very different ways. Katherine wanted to get back in the swing of things by playing all her favorite games with Caroline. And Caroline wanted to read and read and read.
As I listened to Katherine desperately whining, “Please Caroline! Please play with me! Please stop reading and play!”, I have to admit I almost asked her to stop. Gulp. I really did.
Alright. I feel like my confession is now complete. You can all return to what you were doing. Reading, maybe? And I promise, I won’t ask you to stop.
I hear ya. It’s hard to get my eight-year-old’s head out of a book. I hear the same thing a lot, the younger one asking her to stop reading so much.