I Know What I Said About Dreams, But...
Oliver, every single night, says, "Good night, Mommy. Don't let the bugs bite. Have a nice dreams."
And then, in the morning, he says, "Did you have a nice sleep? Did you have a nice dreams?"
I'm 37. Pregnant with my fourth child. Organizing two businesses, one of which is moving in a month. The refrigeration guys alone are enough to give me nightmares. I do NOT have a nice dreams. So I lie, and then ask him about his dreams.
A couple of days ago, he told me about the giraffe in his dreams, the one he climbed uphttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif on and rode away with. I love that dream, and not just because his mixed-up little accent makes him saw "geer-awf." I am totally jealous about that giraffe ride.
A few hours later, though, a previously unremembered dream smacked me upside the head, like they are wont to do. I dreamt that I ate a donut. A floppy, squishy, fresh, sweet, plain old donut. (The fact that I unintentionally spell it like that is a clue). And it didn't even make me sick.
The saddest part is, I am old enough to willfully, in the cold light of day, choose the donut over the giraffe ride.
And then, in the morning, he says, "Did you have a nice sleep? Did you have a nice dreams?"
I'm 37. Pregnant with my fourth child. Organizing two businesses, one of which is moving in a month. The refrigeration guys alone are enough to give me nightmares. I do NOT have a nice dreams. So I lie, and then ask him about his dreams.
A couple of days ago, he told me about the giraffe in his dreams, the one he climbed uphttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif on and rode away with. I love that dream, and not just because his mixed-up little accent makes him saw "geer-awf." I am totally jealous about that giraffe ride.
A few hours later, though, a previously unremembered dream smacked me upside the head, like they are wont to do. I dreamt that I ate a donut. A floppy, squishy, fresh, sweet, plain old donut. (The fact that I unintentionally spell it like that is a clue). And it didn't even make me sick.
The saddest part is, I am old enough to willfully, in the cold light of day, choose the donut over the giraffe ride.
posted by amy at
6:20 AM
