A long, long time ago..

A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I was a librarian.

A children's librarian.

I spent a lot of time singing nursery rhymes, putting my right leg in (and shaking it all about) and reading spectacular kids books. Now I have my own kids and I'm still spending a lot of my time singing nursery rhymes, putting my right leg in (and shaking it all about) and reading spectacular kids books. Also some spectacular) and less spectacular- life-changing (and less life changing) books for adults (often about kids).

With 2 kids under 2 I shouldn't really have time to read as much as I do, but hey, that's what breastfeeding is all about. Ooops, sorry, I can't do the dishes. Have to feed the baby (and finish the book) O - the washing? - sorry love, I have to feed the baby. Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry I can't help with that, but I have to feed the baby. I'd offer to swap truly... but well... you lack the relevant functions. Gotta love it.

Of course, it was easier when there was just the one babe. Then I could finish reading a novel in a morning sleep-feed and another in an afternoon sleep-feed. Now the feedings are abbreviated while I prevent the toddler from biting the dog, up-ending the compost, or 'posting' his book into the gap above the dishwasher.

So I still get my fix of nursery rhymes, lullabies and kids books, but I really miss talking 'book'.

Here goes.