I promise I used to have an attention span.
And then I had a baby.
I had all these high hopes of doing tons of reading while nursing. But I’m not, thanks to the internet. The day my daughter was born I set my laptop on the radiator cover right next to my nursing glider, where I have full access to the world wide web over WiFi. Thanks to the Boppy & a well placed ottoman, I can nurse and browse the web at the same time. I could also be nursing & reading but the internet keeps sucking me in. It is easy to read, and it glows.
So my Barbara Vine book sits forlorn on the end table, and my TBR stack fails to grow smaller. I do things like post on parenting message boards and trade cloth diapers and read about what other people are reading on Google Reader. I do the New York Times crossword puzzle and research green living and add books to my Amazon wish list and the one I created for my daughter.
And yet–all is not lost. My daughter is a very easy baby (for now, I keep telling myself, for now) and she goes to bed without a fuss at 7:30 and sleeps until at least 3 am. All on her own! She is a genius, I know. But this spate of evening freedom means I have been able to go back to work on a limited basis for my reading job. You know, the one you’re all jealous about. And no, I won’t tell you anything about it except that I get paid to read books. And I read one tonight.
Feels good to be back.