The past few weeks I have just felt so ugh... Like I am always two steps behind. Like I never get to be doing what I want to be doing. Like I am stuck in mud and barely even aware of what is going on around me. And I hate the fact that lately reading is more like a chore, or something I end up doing because I feel like I should.
Part of this is because I suddenly am mother to a toddler and not a baby. A few months ago we literally heard a bump in the night, accompanied by a crying little boy walking in to our bedroom. Time for a big boy bed! I am so absolutely not ready for the stage of him being able to get up and come out of his room at any time. I need my sleep and if it is interrupted my whole day is out of whack. Not to mention the fact that nap time is getting shorter and shorter. Nap time is my salvation and I miss it desperately.
Also, I am reading The Passage, and it is safe to say that this is a book that you have to stay wrapped up to really enjoy. The fact is that after reading 200 pages it turns in to a totally different book and I am not enjoying the second part as much as the first. The new world is disjointed and oddly complicated and with my limited concentration I am having a hard time continuing to care, especially since everything is all new.
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