My child reads.
She reads a lot.
It isn't generally a problem, unless at bedtime.
Last night, she was fully engrossed in the book, "Socks" by Beverly Cleary. She went to bed at 8:35 PM. I went in at 9:09 PM for the final tuck. There was low light. There was a reading pillow. There was a flashlight. There were huge eyes looking at me while a mouth was saying, "THE BOOK IS SO GOOD THAT I JUST CAN'T PUT IT DOWN!"
"It's 9:09 PM, and you can read until 9:15 PM."
:tick, tick, tick:
I went in at 9:22 PM and the reading situation hadn't changed.
"K, you HAVE to go to bed!"
So, she finally put the book away. Turn now to this morning. Oh my heavens. It was a bear of a morning. She wouldn't get out of bed. She wouldn't get ready. She didn't feel well. She had a headache. She had a stomach ache. She had every complaint, but then wanted chocolate.
She went to the bus stop with a cup of dry cereal. Yup. That's all we could manage for breakfast.
This evening, we had a talk.
If she wants to read, she can go to bed at 8:00 PM and read until 8:30 PM. That's what she did tonight.
Incidentally, she just finished the "Socks" book. She said that it was wonderful and funny.
She will be up at 6:15 AM, bright eyed and bushy tailed.
She will get dressed, make up her bed, tidy a few things in her room and write her spelling words 3x each. (She chose to finish her book this evening and that was the trade.) Her bus comes at 7:40 AM, so she'll have plenty of time to work with AND! have breakfast at the table.
I have a readaholic. It's not a bad thing, unless we're talking about a tired kid in the morning that won't move.
Have a great night!