Book-uary!

I'll begin by saying I'm not too huge into formal resolutions for New Year's. I am, however, into taking stock and thinking really hard about what I want the upcoming year to look like.

I haven't been super pleased lately with myself, just from a spiritual/mental standpoint. I spend most of my time with a toddler. It's not a bad thing by any meams, but our conversations mostly consist of him disputing whether I am, in fact, Mama, or one of the cats ("Ed-ghee!")

Pictured: me in early January, looking for a clue.

I looked at the list of "Books to read" from last year in my journal, and I only had read one of them, the one that I could barely get through because it gave me a fit of anxiety. Upton Sinclair's The Jungle, if you wondered. I've decided since seeing that that I was going to read as many new books as I could in January, books I've been meaning to read and any others that fall into my lap. It almost seems indecent to set such a goal when I'd be the first one to tell you (along with every other mom) that I. Have. No. Time. And it's true MoeI have no time to go clothes shopping or scrub the bathroom within an inch of its life, but it's more accurate that I can't do these things while holding a small child who needs holding, and diaper changes, and walks, and milk. One thing I can do every couple days is crack open a book while he's singing nonsense at me and affectionately biffing me in the shins with his red-and-blue cement mixer. So, I read. I want to see what happens when I replace my regular re-reads and read at least eight new books before the end of January. So far I've read four books, and I'm giving myself a couple days between each one to let them settle in my mind and get a chance to think about them.