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I've been having strange dreams (AGAIN). Last night, in my dream, I was back at home. Wasn't married. No kiddos. Mom and I were in my bedroom, reading. And then there were all these noises outside. The neighbors' kids (not in real life. I don't even know Mom's and my stepdad's neighbors) were running around SCREAMING and just being hellions at ELEVEN O'CLOCK at NIGHT! They were in the front yard (which we don't use much ... you'd have to understand how the house is set up, in real life) and they came in the house. I sttomped into the hallway, old fart (at 25) that I am and yelled at them to get the hell out of my house, that it was 11 o'clock at night, that I should sic the cops on them for disturbing the peace and tresspassing ... Yeah, I was a peach.
My mom was taking pity on them, so she calmed me down. And I went to the bathroom. And there's someone at the back (which we DO use as the front) door. From the voice, it's Grandpa C (who, if I wasn't married, I wouldn't know, in real life). I'm trying to hurry through my business... then I see that mom's been hoarding and sneaking generic peanut-butter M&Ms (which are my favorite, even in real life). Now I had something that I'd have to confront her with. Dream Mom, you should watch out. Keeping my PB M&Ms from me, now that's gonna make me mad. The other night, I dreamt that Michael and I were being home-taught.
(Okay, for you friends of other faiths, I've mentioned Visiting Teaching. Home teaching is pretty much VT-ing done by men. A couple of guys are assigned to a family or person - if the person isn't married or has no kids, etc. - to visit them, share a spiritual message from The Ensign, our church magazine, and ask if thee are any needs that the family or person has (especially any that should be brought to the attention of the bishop or the Elders Quorum president [the guy in charge of the EQ, or the guys ... since the gals are in the Relief Society ...]. If you're confused, just email me and maybe I can explain it more concisely and clearly ... if not, oh well. Maybe it's just church-ese).
Okay, so where was I? Oh, yeah. So we're being hometaught, kids (or at least KID, since Zoë didn't really star in this dream for whatever wacked-out reason) in the crib(s). So, as they wrap up the message for the month, they ask if there's anything that we need. Bruce starts crying, so I excuse myself to go get him. As I am about to pick him up, he is SCREAMING and his face ... looks like there's this huge acid burn over about half of it. No wonder he's screaming. I pick him up, scurry back to the living room and say "Well, these IS something we need. Can you give our son a blessing??" So we have to turn off Batman Beyond (why the TV was on, let alone on and showing THAT, i have No idea), and one home teacher has this Alan Rickman dry Brit drawl (oh la. Nice, that.). Then I wake up and Buce IS crying, so I quickly use that bathroom and rush into their room to get him (JUST as Zoë wakes up). There are no burns or anything, but he did get cuddles and nursings in our bed. Then I woke up later to find that I was amazingly smart to make sure to have the waterproof mat under him. Since his diaper was totally wet ... so was his sleeper AND my top. Joy. Then, later, as I was cleaning house (YES, it DOES happen. Occasionally. Especially when my mom will be coming up. And my aunt), I found thta Zoë had coughed until she threw up. Again. Between the cribs. Oy.
HOURS and HOURS after ingesting those things. Ugh.
So I cleaned it up, sprayed the room with my nutmeg spray, and finished vacuuming.
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Updates - 2006-11-11
depressing. Feel free to skip this one. I wish I had. - 2006-11-11
Icing-dipped Spousal Arousal - 2006-11-10
About high school ... then the dreaded days on middle school. - 2006-11-07
You wish you were married to me ... - 2006-11-07
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