Saturday: Books and a movie

I consider it akin to a miracle when I open my eyes in the morning, peer at the clock and realize it is 8:35 a.m.  Even though I escorted my 4-year old to the bathroom at 4:00 a.m. and spent a couple of minutes rocking her, a night with only one interruption and a wake-up time after 7:00 a.m. is a delight and also more proof that I have very low standards. 

What’s lovely about my youngest child reaching the age of 4 and a half is that she no longer demands that I rouse from bed at an ungodly hour.  She didn’t sleep through the night until she was eleven months old.  My twins used to wake up every morning between 5:00 a.m. and 6:00 a.m. which is just wrong on so many levels.  My husband had mercy on me in those long-ago days and would wake up early so I could sleep longer.  He rocks.

Today, after “sleeping in,” we finally got moving after 9:00 a.m.  My husband went to get donuts (around here, Saturday is called “Donut Day”) and I showered.  While still in the shower, the phone rang and my daughter, the self-appointed phone-answerer around here, brought me the phone.  I asked the woman on the phone if I could call her back.  I was sure she could hear the showering water, but she told me later that she did not.  (I wonder if talking on the phone in the shower could electrocute me.  Anybody know?)

My husband has learned after many years together (almost 20!) that I require some time alone each week for optimum mental health.  Back when the twins were babies, I had a local friend who had given birth to three kids in three years.  She told me that her husband set her free for six hours each Saturday . . . and I remember being so jealous and wondering why my husband didn’t understand that I needed six hours away each Saturday.  As it turns out, he just needed more time to understand.  Also, when I was gone for six straight days (my longest absence from home ever), he experienced what it’s like to be stuck in a cycle of satisfying the needs of four kids hour after hour, day after day. 

Now, he really understands, even more than he did before. 

So, he doesn’t make me grovel and beg.  He just assumes that I will leave the house and I will stay away as long as possible.  Which I do.  

Today, I went to three thrift stores where I mainly bought books.  I love books with an irrational love, with an addictive love, with a love that cannot be satisifed with a library card.  I also saw the worst movie in recent memory:  Perfect Stranger with Halle Berry and Bruce Willis.  Horrible screenplay, silly dialogue, inconsistent characters, awful acting, stupid plot, ridiculous dialogue . . . only the popcorn was good!  Save your money . . . watch it free on television in five years.  (How can a woman who is so beautiful make such a lousy movies?)

10 thoughts on “Saturday: Books and a movie

  1. I also have a love for bookstores, thrift stores to find books, libraries, the need to have your own personal library of unread books, more books than you’ll ever read in your life. I woke up at about 6am just this morning and the first thought on my mind was my need to purchase a small bookcase for the many books around my side of the bed – so I can feel more organized and less obsessed.
    I have various piles of books around my home – owned, borrowed from libraries, requests from the library for new ones, books to go to the used book store… Is this a problem? I don’t think so. Librarything.com has been a big help in helping to avoid duplicate purchases.
    I even have a sister who is a librarian!

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  2. I feel the same way about books. Whenever I go to the library, I have to remind myself that I will come back soon and that I don’t really need to borrow every single book that looks somewhat interesting.

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  3. Hmm that actually looked good too. Not that I have the opportunity to go to the movies 🙂 but I was making a mental note to rent it. Not anymore!

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  4. Our newspaper review of that movie said if we had watched paint dry, then we have already seen that movie. Sorry you didn’t like it, but glad the popcorn was good. That’s a very important part of the movie experience to me, too!

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  5. Funny you mention that movie…my husband and I were on business in Baton Rouge this weekend and purchased tickets with a group of others, not knowing what it was about. We walked out after the first 10 minutes…the language was horried – garbage in, garbage out. We ate our popcorn at a table in the lobby while waiting for everyone else to finish the movie. Apparently, it was pretty bad, because within another 30 minutes, everyone else had walked out to join us.

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  6. Totally understand the book passion. I have a book (among the MANY in my TBR pile), called “A Gentle Madness,” by Nicholas A. Basbanes. It is about people like us — people who have a passion to possess books. I bought it because the title appealed to me as much as the subject.

    Enjoy your books:)

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  7. Okay, so you are saying there is some hope in getting my husband to “get” that I need alone time! He should have figured that out even before we had kids. To be fair, I am really bad about saying I’m going to take it. He would probably be fine with it, especially when given the alternative! haha.

    I just saw the review of Perfect Stranger on Ebert and Roeper. Two thumbs “way down”.

    Glad you arrived home safely!

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  8. Does your husband have needs to be away from the family to do his own thing? Mine really enjoys golfing, but he can’t do it during business hours. (Unlike his brother who regularly takes clients golfing.) So we’re trying to alternate days of fun, but I can’t tell you how much I wish I could go somewhere for 6 hours on a day….

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