Gosh--I am at a loss as to what to blog. My boring nature is starting to show.
My son is still in bed and my daughter is up plotting fairy cakes (cup cakes to the uninitiated). They are so different, just like me and DH. She gets up at 7 am every day and regardless of the night before, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed (DH often gets up at 4 am to go into work). My son is more likely to be up in the middle of the night for an hour and sometimes doesn't get up till 9 am. I can't sleep before midnight and I'm a bit of an insomniac too, always have been, and going out to work gave me so much stress I found it hard to sleep at all. So being a SAHM and a writer at least reduces my stress on one front.
Of course, no money, bills piling up, rejection, insecurity, lack of faith can all take its place--but HEY I'm in a good mood here, let's not spoil it :)
DH and I are opposites in our sleeping habit, our TV preferences, our love/hate of danger--so why the heck do I love him so much???