The rule around here is that at bedtime, you can either read for thirty minutes or turn off the lights and go to sleep right away.
Well, lately, the girls have not been wanting to read - they both are in need of a trip to the library for a new book. They've been opting to go to sleep instead.
You realize that my motivation for this rule is to carve out intentional time to read for leisure and foster a love for reading. Not to mention that reading before bed is a great way to settle in, get still and quiet in preparation of a good night's sleep.
Well, tonight, at five after bedtime (which I'm keeping secret lest you judge me for being too strict or too lenient), I called for them to go to bed. I can't find them and they don't answer. When I call again, Mike answers from the kitchen table where he's working on the laptop. He tells me the girls are in there working.
Working? What kind of work? "Doubling up on math, Mom!" calls Reagan.
It appears that since they were bookless, they thought any old schoolwork would be a great substitute for bedtime reading.
It's pretty clear that somewhere along the line, they've totally missed the concept of reading for pleasure. I hope they're counting sheep.