So I’ve been awake since 3.00am.

In that time I’ve signed the family up for an organizing app which can run a joint calendar, shared shopping and to-do lists and has downloaded a series of recipes that are supposed to make my “what’s for dinner” drama easier. Although they are very  American-sounding recipes – Deep Dish Sausage Pizza, Un-Bourbon Chicken, Khai Bi Short Ribs and Fresh Fruit and Brie Quesadillas.

The daughters are going to be delighted when they discover I’ve put in their email addresses to get weekly updates of what’s happening in our “family calendar”. I don’t care if one lives away from home and the other has a foot out the door, there’s stuff happening and I need to remember who is what and where and the menopause brain is frankly quite addled.

It’s called Cozi, I have no idea if it’s any good it was recommended on some family organising facebook group I’m on. Before you ask, I don’t know why I’m in an organising group. Clearly I’m a dreamer.

I read 10 Ways To Build Traffic to Your Author Website or Blog by Jane Friedman. Conveniently forgetting that I’m not an author.

I watch Kylie and Jason reunite on stage. These two should so get back together.

I’ve also planned at least three holidays for the family, there’s chilling at the Daintree, an Italian adventure and skiing in New Zealand. Of course I don’t ski I’ll be in the bar, apparently the girls want to give it a go.

Then I remember that one of the reasons I’m awake at 3.00am is because I’m trying to figure out how to earn more money. If I could AFFORD three holidays I wouldn’t be awake.

I then download the Lottos app and buy a ticket in the 30-million-dollar Oz Lotto draw tonight.

Now I’m planning how to spend 30-million-dollars. I’m setting up an online magazine for tired, befuddled over-40 women. Bugger those three holidays I’m on a round-the-world trip for six months. The never-ending house build gets finished. Should I tell my daughters I’ve won 30-million-dollars? Would it be healthy for them to never have to work in their lives? Should they not experience the drudgery of 9-5, a demanding boss and difficult colleagues. It’s character building isn’t it?

No, seriously, how would you handle being mega-rich with your kids? This could happen people, we need to be prepared.

Then I remember we need to sort out some Centrelink stuff, well there’s a wormhole you go down never to resurface. How hard should it be to tell them my taxable income for last year, yes they have it automatically but in the past we have had to manually tell them again in connection to the uni-student who unfortunately remains linked to me. Never mind the umbilical cord the Centrelink parent/child relationship is millstone around both our necks. I log on and quickly lose the will to live.

It’s now 5.00am clearly I’m not going back to sleep. I remember I haven’t blogged in a couple of days. I need to do something productive in this time, but what the hell can I write about? I know, people would love to hear about my sleepless night. I’m a personal blogger right, so let’s get personal.

So there you have it, you’ve got nobody but yourself to blame, you were the ones who encouraged me to start blogging again.

Now for a final bit of 80’s nostalgia, Kylie also got Rick Astley up on stage last night. Don’t let it be said I don’t keep you INFORMED. Enjoy.