When I discussed my recent post about our bookless book club with my friend Andrea, she casually mentioned how she’s able to fit regular book-reading into her life.
“I watch TV for a little while after I put Eli to bed, then read in bed for about 30 minutes before I go to sleep,” she said. Makes sense, right? Now, Andrea is a stay-at-homer, and she’s always been quite my most practical, no-nonsense friend. Still, I thought, “Hey, I should be able to do that, too. I used to read novels or write in my journal before going to bed.”
Except that, since having kids (particularly after #2 came along), I am a total brain-dead zombie after the kids go to bed. I put my last gasp of energy into bubble baths and enthusiastic book-reading (in the hopes that perhaps my kids will become better readers than I am right now).
With both children tucked snugly in for the night, I immediately slouch onto the couch. My brain starts to ooze. I pour a glass of wine or pop open a Coke Zero, turn on something totally mindless (a la Jersey Shore) and settle into another evening of non-enriching entertainment until I fall asleep.
That’s it. That’s my evening. Every evening.
I simply can’t muster the energy to do anything else. I should be catching up on work, maybe take a little twilight stroll, or, ya know, read a freakin’ book.
Can’t. Do. It.
Am I alone here, working mom friends? Is there anything I can do to break out of my nightly stupor and make the evenings a little less pathetic?