Writer’s block
Its 3.17 am. I am wide awake. Little Miss has taken over my side of the bed. Mr. Lucky is in snore heaven. I am not there to kick him or roll him over to his ‘non snore’ side. Once up, I stand with my crazy mop hair in my not so flattering pyjamas in the lounge room. I don’t have that middle of the night sex goddess look. Ever. Even when I wake up in the morning I can’t say I have ever resembled anything other than someone freakishly scary. Thankfully my children don’t know the meaning of monsters otherwise they would think they were waking up to big scary looking one. I send another prayer of thanks towards Mr. Lucky. He doesn’t see crazy mop hair monster either. I look around and sigh. I could follow in my mother’s middle of the night insomnia fed footsteps and iron, mop the floor, pick up the toys. I could get that pristine house look and smell going or I could log on and write. I go for the latter. My look is better matched to that one of a...