I know what you're thinking, sounds divine right? In fact, if I had a little longer to think about that sentence then I'd probably be agreeing. Wait, no actually, I wouldn't. Well, not on here anyway because I'd have disappeared in my own little world trying to work out the finer details of how the chocolate got there, where it was exactly, how on earth we'd manage to get it off again......
(10 mins later) See! I knew that would happen! No, sadly this is a much more serious tale involving a small child and a chocolate biscuit (getting the picture?). So of course, when my 2yr old had finished his biscuit and had his hands covered in chocolate he was immediately drawn like a magnet to my Twilight bookmark. I reached down to take it from him - controlling my rising panic fairly well I felt - only to find he wasn't giving up without a fight. I have to say, even in my anguished state, I had to laugh during the inevitable tug-of-war when he started shouting 'Bob! Bob!' The most unfortunate part of the whole affair was the fact that it was witnessed by a friend of mine who had just finished telling me that she'd spent the morning discussing how sad my Twilight obsession was with some other women. I'd laughed it off and insisted that it makes me happy and I'm not hurting anyone with it but there I was demonstrating that actually there have been just as many intense anxious moments as happy ones.
For example, this morning when my 4yr old threatened to throw my Edbrella in the bin *gasp*!. Or the time my 5yr old ripped one of my posters. Or when I found a puddle of water right where my red-edged copy of New Moon had been sitting. Now I'm not sure if you have the red-edged edition, but let me tell you, they don't mix well with water, I know as a lot of my anxious moments have occured whilst reading them in the bath!
Reading there's been a new trailer released online and racing to try and find it to watch before they all get pulled - yet more anxiety, and trying to email a fanvid to a friend and your broadband refuses to let you, even more. Perhaps the peak levels are reached whenever I see my husband pick up my Rob mug, I know exactly what evil thoughts are going through his head.
I guess you just can't have the pleasure without the pain.