Don't hate me because we sleep late.

Today was a sleep late sort of day. How late did we sleep? Until 9:30!

I like to give all sorts of selfless reasons for homeschooling, but I'd be a dirty liar if I didn't acknowledge that sleeping in is one of the top three reasons I do it. The other two reasons? Not having to deal with homework and visiting museums and zoos off-hours.

After we were done sleeping until 9:30 (did I mention about the sleeping until 9:30?) we went to the library where we wandered around filling our book bags until we had forty-five books to check out. Forty-five books! The librarian was the right sort of librarian and she praised our selections very nicely. I could tell that she wanted to come home with us and lose herself in a quiet of afternoon of reading.

We took out a whole bunch of books about primates in general, one about Jane Goodall specifically, some Babymouse, The Double Daring Book for Girls, some mysteries and a whole bunch of Warrior Kitty books. We took them home, camped out in front of the fire and read quietly four about four hours. It was complete heaven.

This meant that the laundry and tidying in general were neglected, though it's not like they are going to walk away from neglect.

The perfect day...

Today was like a dream.

First, the children allowed me to sleep until 9:30 this morning. It turns out that after ten hours of sleep I am absolutely delightful. I woke up feeling happy and refreshed. Who knew? This sleep- it is like a drug!

After I woke up I toddled downstairs to find that my children were playing Cafe. Cafe entails Lily sitting at the kitchen island while Rebecca puts on a fancy apron and prepares Lily waffles with syrup and whipped cream. They were being happy and polite to each other.

After recovering from the shock I showered and got dressed and announced to the children that we would go to the library. The children sung my praises! Books! Free books! How wonderful!

At the library the children picked out armloads of books, found a corner and began to read. I left them in the children's section and made my way to the murder mystery section where on the advice of my cousin Cheryl I picked out a Robert B. Parker novel and a few Jonathan Kellermen's.

Once home from the library the children sat themselves in front of the fire and proceeded to read for the next four hours.

The quiet was heavenly. It was like a miracle and a dream and my birthday all wrapped into one. While they read I tidied, caught up on the laundry and washed the kitchen floor.

We just had dinner and now the children are in their rooms reading again.

As soon as I am done blogging guess what I am going to do? Get in bed and read until bedtime.

The only thing better than a stack of new books is my children with a stack of new books.

If I could just teach the pugs to read...