I never meant for this blog to become mini book reviews only. I’m at least a little bit grateful that I’m able to keep up with those (or at least catch up every month or two), and a lot of that has to do with how SLOW my reading pace is lately. I used to be able to read while nursing Jack, but he got faster, and then we started weaning, and now we’re done. Now I only get to read before bed, or on the rare evening I don’t have to work (like tonight! Except I’m doing this instead!).
Speaking of work, I’m still working part-time (20 hours a week). My company is still letting me do it, and I have no intention of changing it. I get a couple of hours in early in the morning (like 5:30 to 7:30), the occasional meeting during the day, and IF Jack naps in the crib, I work then. If I don’t hit four hours, I do the rest after Jack goes to bed. During the day, Jack is still pretty…needy? Clingy? Insistent that I be physically attached to him while he plays? Point: I can’t get any work or reading done while he’s awake.
Jack is still perfect and wonderful, of course. He’ll be 18 months old in 2 days, which is CRAZY, like completely bonkers. Not that he survived, or that we kept him alive, but DUDE. I have an 18-month-old. Wut.