I don’t have the time or energy to read anymore. Although it seems like I am reading all day, the truth is that I read most books while I commute or during the weeks before Oliver was born.
It’s gone.
Not the sofa – reading.
I have a stack to read: Incendiary by Chris Cleave about Houdini, and even The Soldier’s Wife (Joanna Trollope) that I thought would be easy enough for me to get through with a sleep-deprived brain. But I haven’t opened any: you can’t hold a novel while simultaneously looking after a baby.
I thought ebooks would be the solution so I downloaded a Richard Castle book (yes, I am a huge fan of US procedural crime drama). I have yet to get to that. It’s either gone, or I use the iPad as a baby-monitor. I do this mainly because at 5am, I want to snuggle up on the couch with the baby and drink a cup of tea.
I anticipate that I will read again for pleasure. I am currently reading project management books as I return to work. I want to prove that I still understand terms like’scheduled feasibility risk’ and “planned velocity” after months of reading Dear Zoo, Is This My Nose?
I don’t know if I do anymore.
