Hmm...

Lucy is finally starting to get into a routine. She goes to bed anywhere between 8-10 pm. Unfortunately she wakes up between 2-4 am, but she goes straight back to bed after a new diaper & bottle. Dry and fed she sleeps until 7ish. She'll nap in the afternoon, if I'm lucky she'll do it again in the early evening. It's not the best schedule, but I'll take it.

With her new schedule I've found I can begin to enjoy some of my pre-baby activities. A 'bedtime' means I can dust off a book and try reading again. Her early morning wake ups have me on the couch catching up with a list of movies I've been wanting to watch since last, I dunno, August? Since I can't sit idle and watch a movie, it also means I have pulled my knitting bag out, dusted it off, and proved to everyone in this house that my K1, P2 mumbling is here to stay. (I'm willing to forgo a few hours of sleep for some me only time, even if it means waking up at 2 and being highly caffeinated until noon.)

For Christmas my cousin bought me a copy of Marley & Me. You know, the puppy memoir? Terrible dog teaches family to love life? I'm only 1/3 of the way through the book. (Started the day I got it, if that tells you anything about my life since the holiday season.) It's a great story, however I am having the hardest time reading it. Normally I would devour a book like this in under a week. Sleep deprived or not.

It has taken a while, but I finally figured out what the problem is. It's not the book. It's me.

I sit, reading this book, thinking 'I could do this.' It may not be a story the masses are hungry for, but it could be. It may not be made into a movie or top the best seller list, but I could try. It may take me forever, but I could do it.

I think I might.