Book ends.



This is the pile of "to read" books on my bedside table.

Of course, it would be teetering even higher

but for a family rated blog,

I removed all my *cough* naughty books ;)
(yeah, 76 bodice rippers stacked up on the floor, people)

I have always been a book worm.

I have always loved books and loved reading them in abundance

(real books, that is)

But since starting a family,

I have struggled to prioritise reading.

I got a lot of books read while middle-of-the-night breast feeding

but beyond that, I have had limited access to quality reading time.

I am the first to admit that this is partially self-inflicted.

If I didn't spend time blogging, sewing and knitting,

I'd have heaps of reading time.
You know, going to bed early,
snuggling down into the doona
and being surprised at how quickly 2 hours can disappear
when you are in the middle of a great book.
That guilty pleasure of being able to stay up reading till 2am
because this book is so good, I have to finish it now!

But the fact is that there are only two times I can rely on having the time and inclination for a good solid read.

Firstly, on those rare occasions when I am bed-ridden with illness

(poorly enough that I don't want to knit

but not so ailing that I can't hold a book up)

Secondly, if I am "in the bathroom"

(if I lock the door from children-

who seem to need your undivided attention as soon as you pull your undies down)

Now, I know that I have just alienated half my blog readers with that statement.

You are either a "read on the loo" type of person or you aren't.

But I can multi-task so why waste the opportunity to use this skill?

At the moment, I am accumulating books faster than I am reading them.
I can't afford to cut back on the 5-6 hours sleep per night that I currently get
in order to knock off Oprah's latest recommendation.
And I need to wash and cook.

So maybe I should just cut back on my fibre
and increase my "bathroom" time...