I have a book problem (aside from the addiction). I love my Kindle, and I have a TON of books to read on it, but I also have a ton of physical books I want to read AND I CAN’T READ THEM RIGHT NOW. Because of Jack. The only time I have to read is when I’m nursing him, and I can’t juggle a real book and him at the same time. Hardcover books are out, of course, and so are trade paperbacks. I thought I could manage a mass market paperback because I know I can hold it one hand, but I can’t turn the page and hold it at the same time, so there goes that option. I can hold my Kindle in one hand and still manage to tap or swipe with the same hand to turn the page. (Thankfully, I can do that with either hand.) And I really don’t want to read a book on my Kindle if I already have the physical copy. I’m certainly not going to buy it twice, but even getting it from the library feels wrong. It feels like cheating to have a book on my shelf that I’ll never touch because I read it in another format.
I could read when he’s sleeping during the day, but so far, either I’m sleeping too or I’m using that time to blog (like right now), sort through the mail and pay bills, make pies (every spare moment yesterday), inventory the baby gifts and make a list of thank you notes to send, do laundry (I should have put that first), shower (should have been second), eat a meal (should have been third)… You get the picture.
So I keep giving my bookshelf wistful looks when I walk by, but all those books are going to have to wait until I’m not sure when. When Jack has a more structured nap schedule? No, I’ll probably have to work during those hours. When Jack is old enough to read to himself? Oh, no, I can read those books when Jack is eating solid food and sleeping 12 hours every night. ‘Cause that’ll happen someday. Right?
This is how I feel every time I walk past my guitars.