PBK wants to welcome Desire author Sarah Anderson! *waves to Sarah*
Romance is a wonderful thing. However, as we all know, romance as presented in delightful novel format is slightly different than romance in the real world. For example, I’m sure you’ve noticed that no one ever has to go to the bathroom really, really badly in a romance novel, much less during a date. (Not that that’s ever happened in real life. Certainly not to me. Nope.)
The other thing is that in romance novels, great personal chemistry moves the world. It inspires people to make great changes and sacrifices. The day-to-day stuff just falls into place.
In other words, in a romance novel, no one ever has an argument—a running argument—about Pop Tarts.
Boy, I love my husband. He’s a great man, husband, and father. He and I are very much in agreement on all of those big issues—how many kids we have, how we manage our money, what constitutes a hot night out on the town.
But, as they say, the devil’s in the details. In this case, the devil’s in the Pop Tarts. This is the sort of thing that never pops up (har!) in romance novels because it is the definition of ‘trivial’. Until you have the same Pop Tart argument every day. For months. For years.
Pop Tarts (or, as they are known in this family, Top Arts) are my seven-year-old son’s go-to breakfast food. My husband apparently has a soft spot for Pop Tarts about a mile wide. I didn’t think to get a bearing on the Pop Tart Gauge before the wedding. Now it’s too late, because I’m of the opinion that Pop Tarts are just as nutritious as having a Snickers for breakfast. I’d consider them an afternoon snack or dessert. Not a regular breakfast.
We went through a phase when The Kid was three or four where he ate Pop Tarts four to six times a week. And every day, I seethed about how we were feeding our son while my husband chowed down on them, too. Constant headlines about childhood obesity and high cholesterol didn’t help. (Although, to be fair, I married a string bean and gave birth to one, too. The Kid was considered underweight for the first two years just because he was so darned tall!)
Eventually, I was able to turn the Pop Tart tide—mostly because they got kind of expensive, but also because my pleas for nutrition finally registered. Now Pop Tarts are a weekend-only breakfast, because—in theory—The Kid can get up and get himself breakfast without waking up Mommy and Daddy. (In practice, he always wakes me up. But he’s usually eating a Pop Tart by the time I stumble downstairs, so the battle is lost.)
What about you? Do you have a running disagreement with your spouse about something so trivial you’re actually sort of embarrassed about it? (Not that I’m embarrassed about Pop Tarts. Not even a little. Nope!) Leave a comment and I’ll randomly choose one name to win an autographed copy of A Man of Distinction. Plus—bonus—I’m giving away a handcrafted (by me!) book necklaces from everyone who commented throughout the week! Check the Authorial Moms blog September 11th to see if you were the winner! For another chance to win, sign up for my newsletter here.
A Man of Distinction Blurb: “Let me see my son.”
He’d said goodbye to his life on the reservation without regrets. He’d asked Tanya Rattling Blanket to come with him too many times, and Nick Longhair never begs. But when business brings him back to his ancestors’ land, he finally understands what he exchanged for money and power.
In the years he’s been in Chicago, Tanya has been raising his baby, a son he didn’t know…. Determined to give his child every advantage, Nick isn’t about to leave again…at least not alone. But that means winning back the love of those he left behind.
A Man of Distinction is available! Visit your favorite bookseller, at Amazon, or for the Nook.
Bio: Award-winning author Sarah M. Anderson may live east of the Mississippi River, but her heart lies out west on the Great Plains. With a lifelong love of horses and two history teachers for parents, it wasn’t long before her characters found themselves out in South Dakota among the Lakota Sioux. She loves to put people from two different worlds into new situations and to see how their backgrounds and cultures take them someplace they never thought they’d go.
When not helping out at school or walking her rescue dogs, Sarah spends her days having conversations with imaginary cowboys and American Indians, all of which is surprisingly well-tolerated by her wonderful husband and son.
This post is brought to you as part of the A Man of Distinction Blog Tour. For a complete tour schedule and rules, visit http://www.sarahmanderson.com. Comments on this blog will be entered to win a signed copy of A Man of Distinction. All comments will be added to the weekly book jewelry prize drawing.