It’s 10.20 am. Little boo-boo is asleep in the sling. This is a golden chance to write while my brain is charged up on coffee and chocolate and, if I’m not mistaken, a whole thirty minutes extra sleep last night.

You’d think that would make for some great content today, a dazzlingly brilliant writing. And yet I’ve already spent the last ten minutes typing whole paragraphs only to delete them moments later and finally decide to be brutally honest and say that this is possibly going to be one of those “dud posts” where I ramble on about having nothing to say.

But, as is the drill with the daily scribbles, I must keep writing and produce something. Ideally, something my dear and valued readers (hi Mum!) will find remotely interesting.

Another five minutes has passed since writing that, minutes I have spent nibbling away at a giant salted pretzel chocolate bar. And when I say “nibbling” I mean scoffing half of it.

It’s all the fault of a Mum group I joined on Whatsapp. They kept on sharing pictures of it and complaining about how their local Aldi stores were always running out of it until, curiosity piqued, I decided to try it.

Mmmm….

Big mistake. I mean, I should have known, given the chocaholic that I am. It was with a mixture of pride and shame that I shared a photo with the other Mums yesterday showing how I had stocked up on several bars of it yesterday. Just in case.

With climate change these days and all these storms coming our way, you just can’t be too prepared. Most people would opt for the bread and milk supplies, but me, all I need is Rooi bos tea and chocolate and I’m a happy bunny. (As is my dentist.)

It’s the combination of sweet milk chocolate and tangy salted pretzel… it makes my taste buds explode delightfully like fourth of July fireworks. If I could simply restrain myself slightly and not eat the entire thing in one sitting, we’d be laughing.

Well, I’m laughing anyway. Because it’s either that or sobbing these days, thank you baby-hormones. Ah who am I kidding! It’s always been like that with me, it’s just that now I can conveniently blame it on the baby. Cheers Bowie!

And on that note, it’s time I made myself another coffee. Thirty minutes extra sleep or not (and I can’t guarantee that I actually did get it and just don’t remember those other wake-up calls) it’s going to take a fair whack of caffeine to keep me going today.

Perhaps this wasn’t such a “dud post” after all. I’ll let you decide.

Ciao darlings!

Liz