My curse

Yesterday I worked very hard at managing my time. I find books to be rather addicting. I have a hard time putting down even the most mediocre of books once I've started reading.
The Books I'm currently working on are the Mistborn books by Brandon Sanderson. They are a favorite of The Mr's and the time finally came for me to read them.
I was raised on fantasy, so this series is right up my alley. Plus, these books are well above mediocre so the time management part of reading them has been an extra challenge.
I made a deal with myself. Every time I completed a household task, I would read a chapter (or two, I'm an addict remember?) This worked well all day. I did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, then I read. I folded a few batches of clean laundry, then I read. I folded some more laundry, then I read some more.
When evening came, I cleaned up dinner, tucked the kids in bed, got my blog on and was ready for more reading.
After a while The Mr. finished what he was doing and went in to bed. I planned to follow but soon I noticed the bedroom light go off. If he was sleeping anyway, I might as well read a little more.
I read for another hour or two and something strange happened. The Mr's alarm went off. I wondered to myself why his alarm was set for the middle of the night. Then I looked at the clock. It wasn't the middle of the night. It was morning.
I didn't go to bed until he was up and dressed. I finished the book though.
Lucky for me he is a early riser so there were still a few hours for me to sleep before the kids got up.
Zizza had to eat a granola bar on the way to pre-school. There was no time for breakfast.
I've got to learn to control myself.