Boys wake up. Hear them happily chattering. Roll over – they’re old enough, maybe they can entertain themselves for a snooze button – they’re enjoying themselves.
ARGHHHH! MOMMEEEE HE DID IT!!!
Time to get up. Continue reading
Boys wake up. Hear them happily chattering. Roll over – they’re old enough, maybe they can entertain themselves for a snooze button – they’re enjoying themselves.
ARGHHHH! MOMMEEEE HE DID IT!!!
Time to get up. Continue reading
I’ve always dreamt of being a writer. And Stream of Conscious Sunday seems right up my ally – being that my own site is Stream of the Conscious.
So here goes. Five minutes of pure unadulterated rambling from yours truly. Five minutes a week of seeing how the wheels actually turn in my mind.
No filters. No edits.
Today’s prompt was dreams. Continue reading