Da Count - Night Owl

I've always been a night owl. My most productive time, when I'm the most alert is during the nocturnal hours. However, life and schedules have made it difficult for me to stay up all night and sleep all day, so that now I only manage to get enough sleep to stave off pyschotic episodes (most of the time).
But the few hours I get between the time my daughter goes to bed and whenever I decide to head off to dreamland, are the sweetest. I'm sure I could use this time to do something constructive (or is that destructive) like doing my chores so I won't have so many to do on the weekend.
But I've been using this time to escape into my own little world and write. I really enjoy spending this time with my characters. I fall in love with them and cry with them, discover and overcome things as they do.
And the thrill of this follows me through the rest of my otherwise "very routine" day.

Da Count - Unsolicited Kisses

First thing this morning I stood at the kitchen counter prepping the coffee pot with one eye open. I have no illusions about my morning appearance. I am not a vision of beauty when I first wake up. Before jumping in the shower, my hair is off in every direction, no make up on and the breath of a thousand dragons. Well just look at yourself in the mirror first thing tomorrow morning and you’ll get the picture. (Sorry, I just thought that you shouldn’t have any illusions either).
My three year old daughter, on the other hand, wakes up fresh as a daisy and even though she may only be up a few minutes it’s like she’s been up for hours. The grace of youth I guess.
Well this morning she was up standing next to me on a step stool, which is not unusual as it puts her high enough to investigate everything I’m doing and enables her offer her assistance when she deems necessary.
When she turns to me and says, “Mom.”
“Yes, babe.” I replied but she didn’t answer so I looked down at her.
She then lifted her hands to place them on my cheeks, looked me in the eye and said “You are so bootyful, Mom.” Then she pulled my face down to her to plant a sloppy kiss right on my lips.
Now granted I do have a full booty. But even with all that junk in the trunk and the myriad of other flaws that I lay claim to, how can I not feel loved?
☼Happy Spring☼

Da Count - Comfort Food

For everything from a bad day to a cold day (both things that make me want to pull the covers over my head and not leave the cave), a bowl of grits and a cup of coffee just seems to be the ticket. It automatically slows me down so that I can enjoy it. Maybe it is the slowing down and reassessing the problem or just the extra minute you get before facing the inevitable that is the magic of it.
Plus who could go wrong with the progeny of such a great saying like "Kiss my Grits". There's also "She's got grit" or "Just grit your teeth and bear it". Okay maybe those are a bit of a stretch.
All of the sudden, I feeling like I'm going down a dark and winding road that I may not find my way back from so I'll just close with GRITS are a GOOD THING.

Inspire

Inspire: To breathe. To breathe life into. To exalt. To arouse creativity or action. To affect, guide, or fill with noble emotion. To bring into reverence.

"Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others can not keep it from themselves." - James Barrie