Catégorie : Writer Mom

Day 169: I Love You at Midnight

Oh yeah, I had time to write yesterday evening. Yeah, yeah…

Took out the laptop… you know… and got cozy in bed… and all…

Only to fall asleep seconds later. And when I say fall asleep, I mean it.

Oh dear, saliva drizzling, hair everywhere, arms stuck in the weirdest position!!!

« Who cares about your bed hair, mama », you ask, dear fellow writers. « What happened to your poor laptop? »

It did gently slide on the good side of the bed – don’t know why the first scene of the Lego movie boomed in my head, you know the one where all the Legos are singing « Everything is awesome ». I felt wholeheartedly grateful for sure!

By that time, around midnight, I really just wanted to go back to sleep. Forget writing tonight, yet again. Laptop was quite hastily put aside and I got cozy once more, only in a less I-need-a-physiotherapist way.

Right in the middle of that sweet sleepy moment, you know just before Morpheus takes you in his arms… tippy toes tippy toes tippy toes.

The usual bang of the water bottle being « put » on the nightstand scared Morpheus away.

Kiddo is standing beside the bed.

« Climb in », I say in a hush, sleepy voice.

« I love you mommy » says kiddo before climbing on me, one knee pressing on my belly. Kiddo slides on the good side of the bed.

I love you at midnight. It is worth every written word in the world.

Day 165: Where Are The Stories?

1 am

Kiddo climbs into our bed. A pillow awaits that beautiful head. It’s a routine.

I can’t fall back asleep. Day job stuff is going around and around in my head.

Every time I try to tell myself a story in the vain hope of falling back asleep, day job stuff crashes in.

And I just had it.

Enough with this non-sense. It’s a job that was supposed to allow me time to write. Not the very opposite!

Where are the stories? Where is my family life? Heck, where is my little, small but beautiful life?

Time to take the leap.

For once, I know exactly where I’ll land.

In a story.

Day 161: Family Morning

I Wish I could have sent the hubby-to-be to deal with the puppy at 5am this morning.

Buuuut, he has already done his part of dealing with the furry baby beast an hour ago.

« Hey, never mind that, mama writer, here’s your chance to sit down in the quiet of the early morning and escape in one of those stories of yours… or even study, maybe », said my dreamy self.

That was a happy optimistic tough indeed.

Puppy had another plan: play.

That we did for a bit. But, was it enough for puppy? Of course not.

Therefore, the furry beast went into mischievous mode. Which makes noise. Which awoken my wonderful, amazing, kiddo.

By then, it was almost 6 am and the only thing I was able to do is open Word!!

Oh well… I better hug the little frustration away and get on with the day.

Less word, more family time for this mama writer. I’m lucky. So grateful and lucky.

Wishing you all the good words dear fellow writers !