Adam and I have dubbed Wednesday night as “my” night. The evening after Adam gets home on Wednesdays is mine to do whatever I want with it. I can go shopping, take a long bath, go for a walk, go out to eat…whatever I want; without having any “responsibility” as a mama. It’s not as if I don’t have plenty of freedom as is, or that Adam and I don’t share the responsibility around here, it’s just nice to have a special time set aside for me to just literally: check out. And really, two hours out of 168 is all I need.
This plan has only been set in motion for the past two weeks, and both times I have escaped to the library. The first week, I came home with five books, and placed six more on hold. I don’t know what part of me thought I needed to have eleven books on hand, but it became very apparent to me that I was thirsting after reading. I literally was just grabbing book after book after book off the shelves. It has been – oh so long – since I have lost myself in a good book. Reading has proved to be a much needed escape.
I look behind me now and see the books sitting on my nightstand, and am anxious to crawl into bed and read one for a bit before turning out the light. Tonight I picked up four of the six books that were on hold, and found that they are all quite hefty, and all due back in three weeks. Looks like I better get crackin’!