I finished Stephenie Meyer's book "The Host" today. Man that thing is whopping! I am a person who has never really enjoyed much science fiction. I think it's funny that I love her books so much. Now I do think she's a little wordy and sometimes her characters are a bit annoying but something about her books draws me in and I turn into a bit of a neglectful mother. I think my kids watched a couple hours of "Thunder Cats" today. I'm not a big TV mom but we got it from the library and I was almost done with my book so they watched and watched and watched. THUNDER CATS HO! Sam is now "Lionel" If you call him Sam or just speak to him, he'll quickly say "Mom, I told you I'm Lionel!" It's cute and annoying at the same time.

It's funny the burst of engery I get after completing a book like that. It's over 600 pages and I started it Monday so I finished it just under a week. When I was done I decided to clean the kitchen and DUST! I never dust. I have a whole list of things I don't really do and one of them is dust. Others are base boards and toaster ovens. I don't know why I don't do them I just don't.

I then wrestled each kid individually and then collectively until someone got hurt. I read books, did laundry, cleaned the bathroom, vaccumed. A total burst of energy. Weird isn't it? Anyone else get like that after they complete a big book? Or do you suddenly think of life in an alien way, or feel like writing your own book or maybe your feel like one of the characters in the book? I think of so many random things.