When I was younger than I am now.... I always had my head in a book. Literally, all the time. I always had a book or two on the go! I couldn't sleep before reading a full chapter. A full chapter, then sleep.
When I was pregnant, I got back into ready again. But after Alice was born... I found my time inevitably taken up with her. Now that she is sleeping better (all through the night 9 times out of 10! Lucky us!) I just can't seem to get back into the swing of ready. I find it difficult to relax and enjoy a book because I have so many other things going on in my head.
Is Alice ok? I have to remember to do the washing tomorrow. What should I defrost for dinner? Did I just hear Alice on the monitor? When the hell am I going to wash my hair again... Why does the bathroom smell of biscuits?
I find it so much easier to switch off when I just slump in front of the tv with a cup of tea. And I hate it! Becasue there is hardly ever anything I wanna watch on and so my night kind of flies away.
I wish I could find the motivation to get back into reading again. I have gotten half way through Philip Pullmans Dark Materials, and it is amazing. But I can't seem to finish it! Which is a shame, because it is genius. Really. It is. Will someone read it for me and tell me the end...?