Read To Your Bunny
Ok I will!
Most of the time I’m just trying to get through the day as best I can without any of us crying ourselves to sleep. Sometimes though, I’m so organized I give myself chills. I read a review about a book yesterday and decided I wanted to read it. I immediately went to my Library’s website and requested a copy. When we go to the library on Wednesday for chess club it will be there waiting for me along with three other items that I’ve requested.
I do this with all my reading now. Now that I think about it, I’m going to have the kids start doing it with their book lists too. With a one year old that pulls every book off the shelf that she can reach from her stroller, I don’t want to spend a lot of time hunting for books. The shelves are too close together to keep her away from them so she has full access to every book on the second shelf, on both sides. When she gets tired of this game then she begins her pleadings to be released from her rolling prison. They’re more like screams but I’m sure she means it in the nicest possible way, not the “My Mother is torturing me, please help me, anyone!” way that it sounds.
One week I tried letting her out for a moment. She was happily pulling books off the shelves until, as luck would have it, a pile of books leapt from the shelf directly above her and landed right on her head. Really. What are the chances of this happening? Do you think they are about the same as flushing your keys down a public toilet? Twice? Her sobbing, although justified, was a little bit louder than Library etiquette allows. Upon investigation I discovered that the event wasn’t spontaneous at all. A teenage girl peered back at me from the other side of the book shelf and then proceeded to run away, unrepentant, as fast as she could.
Another time, my little Bunny was pushing her stroller around while I checked our books in. When I turned around again there was the stroller but no Bunny. After searching the immediate area and not finding her I enlisted the help of the library staff. Three of us searched the entire first and basement floor for what seemed like 3 hours instead of three minutes. This is not some small town library. This is a city library with gang members smoking outside and a homeless person sleeping around every corner. It’s a scary place to bring kids.
I headed outside to look for her when I decided to say a prayer and ask the Lord to help me find her. The moment I finished the prayer the thought came into my mind, “You didn’t check upstairs.” I turned back inside only to be met by a Library worker telling me, “She’s upstairs!” Prayerfully thankful, I ran up those stairs to collect my Bunny, safe and sound from her second floor adveture although slightly annoyed by all the hugging and kissing.
We’re going to go the screaming Bunny, happy Mommy route from now on.
Most of the time I’m just trying to get through the day as best I can without any of us crying ourselves to sleep. Sometimes though, I’m so organized I give myself chills. I read a review about a book yesterday and decided I wanted to read it. I immediately went to my Library’s website and requested a copy. When we go to the library on Wednesday for chess club it will be there waiting for me along with three other items that I’ve requested.
I do this with all my reading now. Now that I think about it, I’m going to have the kids start doing it with their book lists too. With a one year old that pulls every book off the shelf that she can reach from her stroller, I don’t want to spend a lot of time hunting for books. The shelves are too close together to keep her away from them so she has full access to every book on the second shelf, on both sides. When she gets tired of this game then she begins her pleadings to be released from her rolling prison. They’re more like screams but I’m sure she means it in the nicest possible way, not the “My Mother is torturing me, please help me, anyone!” way that it sounds.
One week I tried letting her out for a moment. She was happily pulling books off the shelves until, as luck would have it, a pile of books leapt from the shelf directly above her and landed right on her head. Really. What are the chances of this happening? Do you think they are about the same as flushing your keys down a public toilet? Twice? Her sobbing, although justified, was a little bit louder than Library etiquette allows. Upon investigation I discovered that the event wasn’t spontaneous at all. A teenage girl peered back at me from the other side of the book shelf and then proceeded to run away, unrepentant, as fast as she could.
Another time, my little Bunny was pushing her stroller around while I checked our books in. When I turned around again there was the stroller but no Bunny. After searching the immediate area and not finding her I enlisted the help of the library staff. Three of us searched the entire first and basement floor for what seemed like 3 hours instead of three minutes. This is not some small town library. This is a city library with gang members smoking outside and a homeless person sleeping around every corner. It’s a scary place to bring kids.
I headed outside to look for her when I decided to say a prayer and ask the Lord to help me find her. The moment I finished the prayer the thought came into my mind, “You didn’t check upstairs.” I turned back inside only to be met by a Library worker telling me, “She’s upstairs!” Prayerfully thankful, I ran up those stairs to collect my Bunny, safe and sound from her second floor adveture although slightly annoyed by all the hugging and kissing.
We’re going to go the screaming Bunny, happy Mommy route from now on.
posted by The Lazy Organizer @ 9:44 PM
2 Comments
2 Comments:
I have been to that library, you are correct that it is not a "safe" place like you would expect from a library. It is just too public! You crack me up with your stories. Keep writing!! Oh, what aproms are we suppose to bring? Is there a pattern we talked about, or is it any apron we like. I am just unclear!!! Do you think that the others would go for every 2 weeks or is it too much with every thing else in life?
Our society has a problem with tempting the easily temptable. Our libraries have no problem with our childrens right to access internet pornography. Why would they have a problem with our children vocalizing when they are denied access to good reading material? All she is asking for is a place where she can read books. Kind of like a petting zoo where only the books are terrorized. Libraries throw away books every day to make room for more. Just a thought.
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