I’m starting to believe that L’il Boo is actually a fantasy baby I’ve just made up, wherein I get to have another child, but without any of the rubbish that goes with it. He really is just phenomenally fab. He sleeps through the night, doesn’t fuss or cry for no apparent reason, smiles like an angel at the slightest provocation and, most importantly, sleeps for about four hours whilst Boogie is at school, thus leaving me with a huge block of time to do my writing. Yes, I write, or attempt to – is there anything more common on the Internet than a stay-at-home mother who is TRYING TO WRITE? I think not. Well, maybe porn.
The problem of course then becomes: I still have no excuse for not making it a success. Bah!