It was 4:30 am.
My favourite time of the day.
All alone with the words and a nice, warm mug of tea.
However, this morning…
Little kiddo peeps out of bed, promising to fall back asleep if mama lies down just a tiny bit.
Yeah…………………………………………………………… well………………………………………………….
The second I tippy toes out of the bedroom, we had a nocturn situation.
Which turned into a debate, punctuated by some tears.
See, in the kiddo’s bedroom – illuminated by five nightlights, FYI – there are some real monsters in the shadows. And weird noises. And something behind the mirror door of the closet.
Kiddo was scared body and soul, no matter the number of nightlights or courageous plush toys around, no matter how many we checked the problematic areas, no matter how close mama’s writing nook is from the bedroom.
So.
« Contre mauvaise fortune, bon coeur« , as we say in my little up-North francophone bubble.
By the time I quit trying to reassure my wonderful kiddo, it was nearly time to prep for the day job.
We went downstairs, and I started making lunch while my kiddo started talking about… Halloween of course.
A little tiny bell went « ding-ding » in my brain.
Against the Halloween monsters and spooky things kids at school have been talking about for days now, no mama’s will is strong enough.
Kiddo had a wonderful day. And a wonderful evening, treat-or-tricking in the neighbourhood, then eating much more than « just two candies, papa and mama said ».
And I had a great evening as well, eating some chocolates (not my kiddo’s, promise) while writing, at long last.
Tricky to stick to the big writing plan. But as long as we have fun, fellow writers.
Take care of yourselves, and may all the good words flow your way!
Marie Alice Writes & Reads 