The other morning after I went to Pancakes with Parents at my son's school we dropped off the kids and I rushed home thinking about all the things that I was going to get done with my blog.
I opened my computer and got to work but the more that I sat there - the worse that I felt.
I couldn't keep my eyes open and my head was starting to throb. So I grabbed one of my grandmother's quilts and decided that what I really needed was a nap before work.
I must have really been in bad need of that nap because not only did I get a couple of hours of sleep...I had a dream.
In the dream I was sleeping on my couch and the alarm on my phone wouldn't stop going off. I kept trying to shut the thing up but no matter what combination of buttons I pushed, nothing worked. Hubby came in carrying a dvd player, laptop and several flat screen tv's. I'm not sure how he was able to fit it all in his arms but there he was and then there all the other stuff was too. While I was examining all the treasures that he had just bestowed on our house I started to smell and see smoke covering the whole back part of the house.
I went in search of the cause and found my 8 year old cooking bacon - now he wasn't 8 years old in my dream - he was a man child - he was a strapping young man of about 18 years old frying up package after package of bacon.
Not only was He causing the entire house to fill with smoke but he was frying them up on a plate on the stove. I tried to tell him that he was doing it all wrong and that he needed to open some windows but in mid-sentence I look up to see a repairman from the electric company standing on the other side of the island.
Asking me if he can take a look around to see what was the problem with the electricity.
Man child turned around and said, "Oh she doesn't pay her bills!"
I told the repairman that he was welcome to look into the problem and told man child that he couldn't tell people things like that. I then went to get my bill paying folder and proceeded to show him that yes in fact I do take care of things.
I was then wondering the house looking for the repairman (I'm guessing to show him the bill folder too) and look into the living room to see my 10 year old hanging from the ceiling fan - but he wasn't 10 years old anymore either. He must have been about 20.
My youngest son was also in the living room running around in circles with a toy car - about 17 if you are wondering what my 6 year old looked like.
I kept saying to the repairman over and over, "Some people are blessed with only one rambunctious child - I got 3."
Like it was some sort of contest that I had won.
When I woke up I couldn't stop thinking about this dream and what it might mean.
There are a lot of truthful fears in it:
I sometimes feel like my life is out of my control.
The kids are constantly testing my patience and sanity.
Hubby and I have in the past tried to overcompensate for what we don't have as a couple with what we do have materialistically.
I do sometimes feel like we have to many fires going at once.
I do fear that while I am being smart and organized with my bills that since it doesn't come naturally to me that I will mess up my credit again.
But the saddest part?
Miss Maddy was no where to be seen...did she find that we were all too much to take and hit the road?
What do you think about your dreams?
Do you think they are nonsense or that they make complete sense about what you fear in life?
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