My Favorite Hiding Spots To Read

My second biggest issue as a reader. Finding hiding spots to read. Why? You´ll find out below. ❤

“Mommy!?”

“Dad, where´s mom?”

 

Those are the 2 most often asked questions in my house. I could be sitting on the roof and I´d still hear them call me. If it´s not the girls who´re looking for me it´s my husband.

“Honey?”

“Hey, I know you´re home! Your car´s in the driveway!”

 

The funny thing is, though, when I´m within eye-sight no one gives a hoot that I´m there. They only come looking for me when they don´t see or hear me.

But the big question is: Where am I when my family is on mommy/wifey hunt?

The truth? I´m hiding most of the time. Well, not necessarily hiding. I´m just in another room, reading or I´m actually being productive.

Don´t get me wrong… I love my little family to bits. It´s just when I want to shove in a chapter or two… they´re unforgiving.

Mothers face a harsh reality when it comes to reading. The easiest way to enjoy a book would be to read when there´s time. But what if you started reading a book and it turns out to be a proper page turner?

I´m one of those readers who can squeeze in a few pages / chapters no matter what time of day. I can read a page while stirring pasta. I can read a few pages while collecting dirty laundry my family so lovingly dumps all over the house. After 10 years I´ve become a master at reading while doing some housework. But still…

It´s hard to shove in some reading time when everyone´s at home. It´s even harder when the book I´m reading is so freaking awesome I can´t bare to put it down. Bedtime for the girls always feels like it´s light years away.

 

So, I semi hide from my family.

 

As a mom I´ve learned you have to fight for what you want, or be real sneaky about everything. Cookies, chocolate… I even have to hide the TV remote control. I love my little family but cut me some slack- I´m also a person with needs.

My favorite spot to read is, of course, on my comfy 3 seater but that´s usually occupied by 3 sloths named Eve, Lillian and Stefan. When do I read on my sofa? I hardly ever do. And if I do it´s way after my own bedtime because I still have the husbutt who likes to ask many MANY questions when I´m reading.

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That´s officially / unofficially my sofa. The one I get to admire from a distance with a tear in my eye.

 

When my closest friends ask where I read I usually tell them “between the washer and dryer in the basement”. No one really knows how much truth there is to my words. No one but me and the sloths occupying the house. You see, the laundry room in the basement is officially the home of all the spiders in the world- according to my girls. They´ve seen 20 legged beasts wearing Elvis jumpsuits down there. That´s reason enough not to go down to the basement. Personally, if I would see bling bling spiders in my hiding spots I´d burn the house down.

spider panic

One would think the bathroom is a place everyone would avoid but nope. That´s where everyone heads first when they come looking for me. The bathroom is out of the question for quick chapter reads ( at least in my house). What about locking the bathroom door? People, I´ve tried that. A door will not stop the horde from asking questions. Because the door is not sound proof.

 

 

“What are you doing in there? Are you reading? How many pages does your book have left? Is the book good? I have to ask you a quick question. Honey, your left backlight isn´t working.” The bathroom is the new livingroom.

 

 

The Kitchen. To be honest- The kitchen is a room 2 out of 4 family members avoid. The only 2 who are constantly in the kitchen: me and my youngest. The other two think they have to help so they stay out. This is my shining hour because when I position myself in the perfect angle then no one can see me. So, technically, I´m not hiding. My family is just too lazy to walk into the kitchen and look around. They call. I don´t answer. VOILA!  Over the years the kitchen has become my new favorite reading spot!

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The books this wooden stool has seen…. the long hiding sessions this kitchen has witnessed.

 

My bedroom is holy. Like- holier than holy. It´s where I keep my sacred books. It´s the cleanest room and the only place where everything matches ( wallpaper, drapes, furniture, pillows ). Even my books compliment the interior. But I have glass doors. They can see me no matter where I am in the bedroom.

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The unluckiest room for reading in peace.

 

The only other place where I would be able to find some peace and quiet for a few minutes would be my car. Do I want to hide out in my car in the middle of winter? No book in this world would ever force me to sit in my car and read. I have my limits, too.

Granted- I don´t always hide nor do I always read. At least not 24/7. But when I do find a book worthy enough then I do take semi drastic steps. I often feel like I´m in the minority: A reading mom who struggles to take in a few chapters. But I also think the dark numbers of people reading like myself are high ( that´s what I tell myself so I can sleep better at night).

It´s also hard to hide at social gatherings, e.g. at birthday parties, holiday dinners with the family and at after -work parties. I´ve tried pulling out my phone and give the occasional nod or eye contact as if I were listening to any conversation just to read a few pages from a book…

…. but I got caught. After that, things didn´t go down so well for me. I am officially not allowed to read at parties anymore.

Do I belong in the minority? Am I hiding for nothing? The truth? It doesn´t matter.

As long as readers can make time for themselves, despite whatever circumstances… then all´s good.

So, what did we all learn today? The architect who designed my house didn´t include enough hiding corners. This house isn´t reader friendly.  We also learned that my family loves me so much they can´t stand to let me read for 10 minutes.

 

 

What I´d like to know: Do you need to escape every now and then to read? Do you squeeze in pages / chapters during the day or do you wait until you find lots of time? Tell me your secret! 

 

That´s it for today, my dear bookish Padawans. ❤ I hope you enjoy your day. Don´t forget to share the book love! ❤


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Review- Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother by Amy Chua

Book Description

At once provocative and laugh-out-loud funny, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother ignited a global parenting debate with its story of one mother’s journey in strict parenting. Amy Chua argues that Western parenting tries to respect and nurture children’s individuality, while Chinese parents typically believe that arming children with skills, strong work habits, and inner confidence prepares them best for the future. Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother chronicles Chua’s iron-willed decision to raise her daughters, Sophia and Lulu, the Chinese way–and the remarkable, sometimes heartbreaking results her choice inspires. Achingly honest and profoundly challenging, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother is one of the most talked-about books of our times.

My Thoughts

I have an important life motto.

„Never discuss politics, religion, money and parenting in public.“

Those four topics will guarantee a fight. Especially parenting because everyone has a strong opinion on how kids should be raised the right way.battle

I´m a mother of two girls, ages 6 and 10. We´ve had our up´s and down´s like any other family, especially when it comes to us parent´s trying to `do the right thing`.

I consider myself an easy going type when it comes to parenting. That doesn´t mean I sit back and sip cocktails all day long and let my kids do whatever they please. What I mean is- I´m not very strict. I believe life is too short to scream and have a nervous breakdown. Kids are little people with minds that are like a blank canvas. You have the duty to help fill in the blank space with all you have to give, that includes alot of love.You have to explain a whole lot or else they won´t understand. Sure, I get loud every once in a while but I never go beyond that.

We have very few rules in my house.

  • If you break something of yours it´s not going to be replaced. So take good care of what you have.
  • Don´t hurt anyone. Not verbally nor physically. Don´t dish out what you don´t want in return. Because you won´t like the echo.
  • Bedtime by 9 p.m.

And for the last 10 years I think I´ve done a pretty darn good job at raising my kids. I´m not one of those over-scheduled mothers who drive their kids all over town all day, five times a week. My house is not spotless and doesn´t look new because, well… I´m clever enough to know that I have kids who will either by mistake spill juice, food, etc, or will accidentally color my walls with toothpaste because they weren´t watching where they were going.

It´s all about communication. A relationship can´t function without talk and neither can kids know if what they´re doing is right or wrong without sitting them down and having a chat with them. Kids aren´t idiots, even if they sometimes act like ones.

As long as there´s no blood drawn or someone is in a life threatening situation- there´s no reason to go apeshit. Shit happens. If not with the kids then shit will happen at work, with the family…. you get the picture, right?

I´m not saying I´ve done everything right. I´ve made plenty mistakes, myself. And I still got the teenager years ahead of me. Who knows how my kids will turn out by then. But for now- I´m happy and so are my kids ( I hope. Gonna have to ask them in the morning about that. Lol)

I knew, before I started this book, that it wasn´t going to make me happy. As I´ve said above- any discussion about raising kids will most likely end up in a disagreement. I know for a fact that alot of people don´t understand how my husband and I can stay calm and collected with our kids and I´m not quiet either when I see parents yelling at their children in public, or trying to discipline them in what they think is the right way infront of me ( I hate when kids get yelled at for whatever small reason. Hate, hate, hate ). But reading this book made my blood boil. I was fuming.

So outragous and unreal. How can anyone act like the author / mother acted towards her children? It was appalling and….. it left me speechless.

I hated this book. And what I hated most was how I couldn´t stop reading it. I wanted to know if anyone actually reported that mother or if she got away with the terrible shit she put her children through.

The credentials on the back said:

`Breathtakingly personal … Her tale is compelling in the same way as a good thriller`

`Blissfully funny … This book, for all it´s hilarious / hair-raising insights into how to raise terrifyingly over accomplished children, strikes me as being not so much about parenting methods as about the immigrant experience`

There were no hilarious parts in this story. None. I didn´t even smile.

And in the description it says:

`It was supposed to be a story of how Chinese parents are better at raising kids than Western ones.`

And that´s exactly what this book was about. `Battle Hymn Of The Tiger Mother` is a biography of a woman, wife, mother on parenting and how Western civilization is practically shit at raising kids and only the Chinese are capable of bringing out the best of their offspring.

I call that a crock of shit. How dare she?

The clue of it all was- The author raised her kids á la Chinese style in a Western civilization. That´s just as terrible, if you ask me.

What this author revealed in her book was not only medieval, it was cringe-worthy.

Not at all worth anyting…not even my time. I still get pissed just thinking about her ways and how she dealt with her children.

Telling a child the picture she drew was not good was one of the worst parts of the book for me. Seriously, I have 2 kids who couldn´t be more different from one another, too. My oldest is the quiet type and my youngest is my firecracker. If I´d have told my oldest her picture wasn´t good she´d have needed life long therapy. If I´d had said the same to my youngest she´d have grown horns and chased me around the house…from the ceiling…while spitting fire. ( Aren´t kids great? :-))

Hours beyond hours of Violin and piano practice? My oldest would have fallen asleep and my youngest would have eaten the instrument out of spite. My life is too short to witness either.

Threatening a child with burning stuffed animals, not allowing playdates…. HELLO? The stuffed animals from my girls are their lifelines. They´d have to pull off some serious shit for me to want to burn their sacred bears, dolphins, etc. To be honest- Burning anything of theirs would never cross my mind in the first place. Neither would putting my child out on the cold because it didn´t want to practice an instrument or what not. It´s 2017. Surely, there are other ways to knock some sense into a child ( should any form of communication fail ).

The author wanted her children to be the best. No. You don´t quite understand…. she wanted them to be THE BEST. I want that, too, for my girls. But not at the cost of their freedom and sanity.

This book was, also, less about her children and more about self-display. I, I, I, me, me, me. That´s all I read. Lots of screaming and fighting. For fucks sake…. to read about the many fights was exhausting beyond means. I wasn´t even interested in the cultural differences because the author globalized everything and constantly compared. I, now, automatically assume all Chinese mothers are brutal, mean as shit witches and that Western mothers are lazy shits who ruin the lives of their children. That´s how this author displayed the two cultures. I´m aware that that´s not, in anyway, true… but she just went along and pointed fingers at nations and cultures. Not cool at all.

Bah. I´m not surprised I hated this book. I´m not even surprised I hate the author and want to hunt her down for the shit she thought was worth having printed.

I will not recommend this book. It´s not worth it. But I will keep it and show my girls one day how life could have been if they were born into that family.

See? Never talk about parenting. And don´t write a book about parenting either. That will only get you 1 out of 5 stars. Unless we share the same opinion. Lol.