Now I Remember Why I Did Not Read For Years.....

I have been busy the last few days, not reading. My beautiful grand kids have been here for a visit. Did I mention there are three of them? There are three of them. When I write it, that does not seem like a high number. When they come for an overnight visit, it does not seem like a high number. For a long week-end it seems like so many kids...... I only had two children. I have a wise older sister-in-law. She has three kids. She said, do not have three kids. It is very hard. I listened to her. I figured, she is not going to lie about something like that. She did not.
Do not get me wrong, we have had a wonderful time. Each one of them has a unique and wonderful personality. They bring so much love to our lives. I do not think my husband ever spent as much time helping with our own kids as he will with our grand kids. He will help without my asking. He took a 90 minute walk with us today. I did not even ask him to go. The reason it was a 90 minute walk was because he and our middle grandchild had to stop to jump every pot hole in the road, then they had to throw sticks and rocks in the creek. When it is time to put them to sleep he says, which one should I take. (In our day that would mean, throwing their butts in bed because it was bedtime. That is not what happens with grand kids. They get rocked and rubbed to sleep.) I think it is an example of co-parenting. Thankfully, it did not exist when we were starting our family. We might have kept having children. That brings me back to my original statement, three children are very hard.
I am not sure I could easily find the book I am suppose to be reading. There is so much stuff laying around my house. These kids do not travel light. Plus they already have a bedroom here that is filled with their stuff. I am very proud of how I make time for reading. I organize my time. I make it a priority. Right now, I do not have the energy to do anything after the kids are in bed but stare at the TV. I would go to bed but I do not have the energy required to get ready for bed.
Now I remember there was a long period in my life I did not have the time to read. When I had one child, I still read. We would go to bed early together and read. It was so great to watch my daughter love reading the way I did. The reading time ended with the second child. Times were not so relaxing. I know I would carry a book with me to his 75 baseball games a summer. Do not think I ever found time to read.
To my daughter that does not enjoy my blog right now because she cannot find time to read, I get it now. You are out numbered. Remember the day will come when you will have time to read again. That will mean they are more self-sufficient and do not need you as much. That is a blessing and a curse. I guess I must be needed, I cannot even remember what I am suppose to be reading. Books are my passion, but they cannot compete with rocking my sweeties to sleep. There will be plenty of time for reading another day.