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I have a confession to make and I’m not sure how I feel about admitting this to the general public, but here goes.

I have only read the first four Harry Potter books.

I can hear all of you shrieking “You WHAT??” right now. It’s sad but true. (I’m not going to tell you how many Jenny’s read, but I’ll give you a hint – it starts with “z” and ends with “ero”).

I love books. The idea that zillions of kids line up at midnight to buy the latest book (as opposed to, say, the Wii or whatever that thing is called) gives me hope for the future. I am very ashamed of myself for not getting on the bandwagon as well.

I’ve been trying to figure out how I’m going to catch up with the rest of the world and get this book read… but I’m not sure how to go about it.

I vaguely remember the first four books. Should I start with number five (I couldn’t tell you what the title of any of them to save my life, so bear with me as I refer to them by number) or go back to number one? I don’t know.

So I’m leaving it up to all of you Harry Potter experts. The results of the poll below will determine my Harry Potter fate! Make sure you vote before Friday at midnight so I can start reading over the weekend… and leave a comment to tell me why you voted the way you did.

Do you have an idea that I didn’t think of? Let me know, and I’ll add it to the poll.

Thanks for helping me make this crucial decision!

My Ballot Box How should Emily prepare for the new Harry Potter book? Read them all over again. Listen to all the previous books on CD. Pick up where she left off.. no need to re-read. Pretend she’s in high school and watch the movies instead. View Results

They (and by “they” I mean Justin Timberlake) say “what goes around comes around.”

If that is true then I am getting my just desserts, because my son has become, at the ripe old age of three-and-almost-a-half, a backseat driver. A bad one. My husband would say that not long ago, I too could claim that title. But I learned after a few years that he didn’t appreciate it and I was wise to bite my tongue and clench my fists when I thought he should stop, go, slow down, speed up, or go a different route.

Now, it’s my turn to get “directed” by Joshua. Yesterday I had to yell at him in the car (and I am NOT a yeller with my kids) because he was pressuring me as I was trying to back out of the driveway. We live on a very busy street, and there is a side street directly behind our driveway, so sometimes it takes a while to get a break in the traffic when trying to back out. So I look left, I look right, I look in the rearview, I repeat the process for freaking EVER until finally I get a chance to go. Here’s what I dealt with while trying that yesterday:

“Go Mommy. Go. GO MOMMY! It’s our turn it’s our turn it’s our turn GO MOMMY!”

The kid had me so flustered I nearly hit the gas and shot backward into oncoming traffic just so he’d stop! But wisely, I yelled at him instead. Then, once I had his attention, gave him a nice lecture about how he could not tell Mommy what to do, and how I didn’t need his help driving. Then, I proceeded to wait all over again for my turn to get on the road! Let’s hope he got the point.

In other driving news, tonight on the way to dinner with a girlfriend (for the first time in like 487 years), some guy in a black Camaro TOTALLY drove next to me on purpose and tried to catch my eye for the longest time. I did have my children with me (swapped them with my hubby at his workplace on my way to dinner), but apparently, I’m too sexy for my mom sedan and my two kids in car seats in the back. That’s right, I’m HOTT (with two T’s. That is not a typo). Who knew?

We are very happy to announce that thanks to you, our loyal readers, and Karen at pediascribe.com, “When Motherhood Meets HAZMAT” was declared the winner of the “Klean” dirty story contest. Thanks to everyone who voted!!

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