What is going on around you right now?

Well, what better time to use to write than at 3:20 am on my day off while my son decides he should be up .. going on two hours now? He hasn't done this since he was a newborn. What the hell?

So I used the imagination prompt generator, a nice tool I so graciously learned of from the stifled artist.

Right now, I am sitting at the kitchen table with old eyeliner under my eyes and a diet 7up by my side.

My TV plays in a hushed tone, some sort of Yu-gi-oh'ish cartoon. The lighting in the living room - a stream of television light flashing in a dark room, makes me all the more lethargic.

My son is floundering about my kitchen (let me remind you, at 3:25 am) playing with a roll of birthday wrapping paper, five plastic toddler spoons, and his magnetic fridge letters. He is arranging the spoons in a color pattern, which impresses me to a great extent. Maybe he's a pattern genius and his best time to work is during the wee hours of the morning and he's getting some serious agenda completed. If that were the case, it's not as if his 2 year old vocabulary would be able to articulate it so well at the moment.

My husband is wrapped up in bed, snoring his happy ass off. Too bad (or not) that I'm the one off work this morning, and he gets to sleep instead of being dragged into the living room by a tiny set of fingers. Held hostage in the kitchen by a mini-us.

"ma-ma, da-da" he mutters, while he sticks the long end of the toddler spoon through the holes of the baby gate.

This is going to be a long morning.
Thank God for my black walls when the sun comes out and he finally decides (I hope) to sleep.