Because I stay up until 2:00 or 3:00AM most nights, I'm oftentimes tired in the morning. Yesterday, after I got the kids off to school, I put on a movie for Brooklyn and snuggled up with her in my bed where we vegged out. At some point, I drifted off for a bit and had the most awesome dream. It was a flying dream. I used to have flying dreams often as a kid, but I haven't had one in probably more than 30 years. I started by taking big steps where I kind of hung suspended in midair. I felt like an astronaut walking on the moon. I wasn't exactly flying, but I was certainly defying gravity. I did this for awhile and I just knew in my dream that I could fly if I wanted to. I knew that all I had to do was move my arms a little and will myself to go higher and I could. So I did. It's the most exhilarating feeling - flying. You can soar above everything. You can steer yourself in whatever direction you want to go. You can see everything below that you've left behind; everything that you're flying over.When I awoke, I was in the best mood! I mean, I'd just flown! I knew it would be a great day. How could it not, right? What could possibly go wrong?
So I showered and played with Brooklyn a bit before picking up Clay from kindergarten. Late. Oops.
Then I got Savannah from school, gave the kids some lunch and drove to Savannah's ortho appointment. She was told she'd need to use the crutches for another 5 weeks and then the doctor would "negotiate" with her about what she could and couldn't do. She was less than happy.
I got home in time to pick up the other kids from school. As I waited for them to get in the car, I realized I hadn't eaten anything yet. No wonder my stomach was growling.
I got home, started the kids on homework, read some email, and took a couple phone calls before I realized it was time to drive Savannah to confirmation. Ran out the door while shouting instructions for Austin to mow the lawn and for Jackson to warm up some leftovers for everyone.
Dropped Savannah at confirmation. Hit the grocery store with Brooklyn. Drove home, threw the cold stuff in the fridge and shouted some more instructions over my shoulder for the kids to put the rest of the groceries away, then ran back out to pick up Savannah.
Still haven't eaten. So hungry I could chew off my hand.
Drove Savannah home, quickly changed out of my jeans and t-shirt momwear, made myself a sandwich with a wheat roll, lettuce and 2 pieces of cheese (What? It was quick), and shouted yet more instructions as I left to go to the wake for my best friend's brother who just lost his battle with cancer. I started scarfing down the sandwich because I was starved. I'd eaten half of it before I thought There's something wrong with the lettuce. Why is the texture of this lettuce so weird? I just bought it. That's so strange. I can hardly chew it! I opened the roll to throw the lettuce out when I noticed there wasn't anything wrong with the lettuce at all. There was a piece of paper between the 2 slices of cheese. I'd eaten half a piece of paper. This is not the way to get more fiber in your diet! Really this is just another reason why you shouldn't go all day without eating. And clearly, flying dreams don't predict an awesome day.
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