Please go to sleep so that I can read this book that I don’t want to read*

I’m really struggling with this month’s book club book.

Our next get together is on Tuesday, and I’m not even a third of the way through yet. The worst part is that e actually read (and taught) this novel years ago… but as I don’t remember much I need to read it again.

But I just can’t get into it.

We’re reading The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver. I remember it took me a really, really long time to get into it last time as well, but as I also had to teach it to a class of grade 12 university bound students, I was a little more motivated to push through. This time? Not so much.

Part of it is because I’ve read a few really great books lately. Books that gripped me from the first chapter, and this book feels more like a slow dance that you don’t appreciate until it’s over.

*sigh*

I will do my best to finish it over the next few days, mostly because I don’t want to feel guilty about not finishing it. But it’s not going to be pretty. I like to be so engrossed in a novel that the rest of the world disappears and it’s all I think about. This is more like me groaning as I read a few pages, then I put it down to try and wake myself up to do something more interesting.

And I hate feeling that way about a book. It feels traitorous or something.

In other news, I had to put P back into his bed 912830918 times tonight. I let him nap too long today because I was also napping (oops) so he was just all kinds of not tired. His new trick is to open his bedroom door, sneak down all the stairs thinking that I can’t hear him, and hide around the corner until I call his name. Then he smiles and comes running at me, and just as I am about to scold him and tell him to go back to bed, he says, “Huggies? Mama? Up?” and crawls in my lap for a snug.

I am such a sap.

This week he has started making kiss sounds with his lips when he wants a kiss… it’s super cute except that his kiss face looks more like a fish face and it makes me laugh every time.

Even when it’s the 923037683th time I’ve heard it as I’m putting him back to bed.

In other, other news… I’m still tired. I know something is off because it’s 9:45pm and I can barely keep my eyes open, AND I napped for 2 hours today. Usually if I’ve napped for more than 30 minutes I’m up for hours at night. It’s super fun.

Okay, time for bed. I’m still writing on my super old laptop which is super slow and doing these super long pauses every time I type then I have to wait for it to catch up. Technology is amazing.