I grew up with books all around me. My mom is a teacher and my dad worked for a bookstore for most of my childhood. We went to libraries, book stores, and wrote our own little books. I worked for a bookstore for three years and was a performance poet for a few years too. Clearly, I grew up with a passion for words.
Since pregnancy, and the inability to read or write hit me hard, I have struggled to get back into reading books. The sheer exhaustion and constant job of parenting made reading during the first year almost impossible. I went through a few audio books in the car and slowly got my brain to shift gears. In Chicago, my apartment was so small that I couldn’t do anything while Wallace slept. I started reading and crocheting in my quiet moments.
With school approaching, I’m feeling nervous about my attention span and time for reading. Keeping up with my blog has helped a ton with my writing and getting my thoughts in order. I have an English composition class I have to take before moving and I need to get reading as many breastfeeding books as I can. I get distracted so easily still and don’t have hours of downtime to devote to books like I used to. When I do get a chance to sit and read, I get tired and would rather nap this rainy day away.
I’m currently working on Eldest and Mothering Your Nursing Toddler and I just checked out All About Love and Yoga for the Special Child from the library. Maybe this good sleep trend will continue and I will have lots if quiet moments to devour these books.