Then, one day, I noticed that I had fingernails. Nicely shaped, strong. I have no idea how they got there. And no idea how I quit biting my nails. I just stopped one day and never realized it until I accidently scratched myself with them. Since ignoring them seemed to work well for me, I continued to do so. No manicures for me!!! No polish, no cuticle remover, no buffers. I had a guy stop me in the mall one day trying to sell me some "natural nail stuff" because I had such nice natural nails. I turned him down and continued my program of ignoring my hands.
I started late. I didn't even get my book until Sunday and read snatches of it between my daily life until the guys went to bed. Then I read until 1am and my eyes were closing despite myself.
Monday, I got up, did stuff, went to work - and again, waited until the boys went to bed to start reading. Made it until 3am. My husband called around 8:30 this morning, so I got up, made breakfast for me and the boy, then sat down in my chair and started reading.
My husband came home from work around lunch time and started laughing when he walked in... I was almost done!!! Hush up, man! Go away for a bit so I can finish this!!!
It is done. I cried at the end. Thank you, J.K. Rowling, for this wonderful ride.
Now I need to grow some new fingernails.