I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out how to blog with reliable frequency but I see now I've been going about this all wrong. I've been actually sleeping at night after staying up way too late watching the Olympics (love them and I don't care who knows it.)
I should write in the middle of the night! Admittedly it's not the middle of the night right now. It's 7 am and people are getting up for the day. But I've been awake since the middle of the night (4:45 is the middle if the Olympic coverage ended at 11:30 aight?) so here we are. Ironically this post is about dreams. It's ironic because no one had any last night. Because no one SLEPT. It was a whole show of nightmares and drinks of water and hunger that only a box of raisins could satisfy. Gianna banged her face up after a bad fall for the second time in 4 days this evening and the PiaBaby is getting 8 teeth in. I counted them. So people were needy needy. Even now, as I sit tapping away at this masterpiece the big kids are passed out but the P is still nursing away after 3 failed attempts to get her sleeping again. She ought to be a real gem at speech therapy this morning.
But I digress. I think. What was I talking about? Oh yeah, dreams. Brad was working late so I fed the kids from my perch behind the breakfast bar, as is my custom when he is gone. I like to eat my meals standing up with my loins girded or whatever. As they enjoyed night 2 of sauce, pasta, and meatballs the big two began telling me about dreams they've had.
Gianna dreamed her American Girl dolls came to life.
Dom said he dreamed he fell off the roof pretending to scuba dive like Jonathon Bird. He hastened to inform me that he wasn't hurt because he was wearing his bike helmet.
They then begged me to tell them a dream I'd had. I tried explaining that I don't really remember my dreams because tired (see above.) They found this unacceptable so I had to do the old "re-tell a strange pregnancy dream" trick.
"Ummm ok when I was pregnant with you, Gianna, I dreamed I gave birth to a puppy instead of a baby. I even tried to nurse the puppy. Grandma Mary Ellen and Daddy were in my dream but they were not worried even though the baby was a puppy. Then I woke up and thought...woah, that was so weird!"
Gianna was delighted, but Dominic nodded his head seriously and commiserated, with a shrug of his little shoulders, "Yeah. I've had that dream, too, Mom."
"Really?" I asked. "You dreamed you gave birth to a puppy and tried to breastfeeed it?"
"Yeah. Isn't that weird?"
Yep. It is.
Have a nice day. I might have one...there's coffee in my Anthropologie mug and Dom just came downstairs already dressed. He's not wearing underwear but who am I to judge?