Bookaholics Anonymous

I have been anxiously anticipating the opening of our library for months. Now that it's open and I have an invitation into hundreds of books NOT on parenting your toddler, I am hesitant and apprehensive. I love reading, love it. To distraction, and irritability by distractions. I easily become entranced in the characters and their world, often thinking about them long after putting the book down to do other things. Like eat, sleep, and take care of the kids. And I love my kids, absolutely and completely. I guess it's an odd dilemma, and common sense says to read during naps and after they go to bed. This is where I liken it to an addiction- I have to read, I can't put it down, what happens next might be the pivotal plot-turning event. Book Club? Too limiting- I usually finish any book I start in 1-2 days. Take that to the end of the month with the Swiss cheese brain developed through 2 pregnancies. Ha. This is a revolving door problem- and I don't know if I want to be outside or inside. Truthfully, I want to keep going around- realistically, I get nauseous from turning in circles.