I am not a manual reader.
My husband is the ultimate manual reader. Thank goodness! He can read to me how to fix the things I have put together incorrectly.
I am not as patient as I want to be.
My son has inherited this quality from me. He wants things to come together quickly and when he wants it to be done. I think that means he isn’t going to be a manual reader either.
I am distracted at times and start things only to move to something else that has come up that seems more important.
I will find my dust rag later in the day waiting for me just where I left it before I went to take meat out of the freezer to defrost before dinner.
If JDaniel looks content playing something on his own, I will slip off to check e-mail.
He always notices and comes to find me or does something to draw me back like bang his hammer loudly on the carpet. I need to remember that.
I read “high fiber” non-fiction books to increase my knowledge and put me to sleep.
I really due learn something from biographies of presidents and deep theological books. I benefit from them, but not in ways the writer have sometimes intended for me to.
I stash candy in my top dresser drawer to eat during naptime.
My husband has just found location after almost five years of marriage. The stash is going to have to find a new spot to hide in.
What is something I don’t know about you?

















