A few books. A few thoughts.

I have been given the opportunity to read a bit - after my health care provider told me to slow down on life - feed my family and do the basic stuff, but pare it down to the bare minimum. You see I have been getting reoccurring bouts of mastitis, the last episode landing me on the couch for days over the Easter weekend, leaving me so weak that I couldn't hold Juliet. I was more recently advised that if I don't stop getting infections, I may have to stop breastfeeding. So, while seriously ill and nursing and before falling asleep, I have been reading. It melts my stress aways and helps me remember that I do have a life outside of being a mom.
Last night I was perusing this book about a regular mom that, with a small amount of time and a small amount of money, finds a way to scrapbook. I read this while the kids were in bed, all was quiet. The author began saying why she scrapbooks. She does it because her kids will only be 2 and 4 once. Because she wants to remember the noise in the house - of the dog barking, of the kids talking, playing, fighting. Because someday the house will be quiet. And as I read this, I got pretty teary. This season of having small children is so short - and my house will be quiet someday. I told Colin of this author wanting to preserve the memories of "noise" in her life and how it made me sad to think that this season of small children will pass for me. For us. And being the guy that Colin is, his reply was simple: "Enjoy the noise." And I woke up with a different perspective this morning.

I am now cracking open "Wuthering Heights". There really is nothing better to cure the Mommy Mush Brain than a really good nineteenth century British novel. I am well into the introduction into Emily Bronte's history and am loving it. Especially the part where some biographers think she committed "passive suicide" at the end of her life for refusing medical care when she had consumption. I also learned what consumption was.

Ok. I finished the "Twilight" series. It was a quick, suspenseful read that I could tackle mostly while I was sick or nursing. They are books you can pick up easily and remember where you left off - I will say that I still think her writing is not fabulous, but it did improve over the course of the four books. I think what's so addicting about these books is that you want to know what happens next in the story - it has many turns and twists and kept me guessing. I compare these books to a diet rich in Doritos and Diet Coke- you have icky tummy after consuming them, but they were so tasty during the feast.