I went to bed before eleven and fell asleep quickly, as usual. Then Karl came in a 2:30 and woke me up and baby up (he had fallen asleep on the couch). I got baby back to sleep and finally managed to doze off again.
I was in my kitchen organizing and washing dishes I had brought from my mom's house (not really, but in my dream). Then the room spun around, and the kitchen reorganized itself into an open concept kitchen/livingroom. I was nesting plastic bowls together to put away, when I noticed my mom sitting on the sofa. I felt like she was waiting for me to talk to her, expecting that she would be listening. But when I opened my mouth to try to speak it was dry and the words just wouldn't come. I felt bad, because I knew she would be disappointed, even in the afterlife, thinking noone cared that she was hanging around, so I flew over the counter and stopping midair a few feet from her. I managed to croak out, "Are you a ghost?" She turned slowly to me, pale eyes lifeless and dull.
That scared me back awake. I was trying to get back to sleep when I heard Liam crying and yelling, "I need a hug!" It was about 3:30. I went his room and turned out the light and tried to get him to fall asleep with me. No luck. Around four, I gave up, and we got up. Then I heard Gabe crying. So I got Gabe up and we hung around until five. At this point, I woke up Karl to sit with Liam. I went to bed with Gabe and got him asleep and put him in the playyard. Then about 5:30, Liam came in jabbering and hitting, and just being the pain he has been for the past week or so. Gabe woke up, whether due to Liam or my loud response to Liam, I don't know. I won't lie and pretend I am a good mom at five a.m. Liam continued chattering happily, "Did I literally wake Gabe up?!" Liam is very loud. Finally, I gave up and told Karl to go back to bed. AND HE DID. I am so mad at him. He fell asleep around nine or so.
I am not looking forward to subbing this afternoon.
I was in my kitchen organizing and washing dishes I had brought from my mom's house (not really, but in my dream). Then the room spun around, and the kitchen reorganized itself into an open concept kitchen/livingroom. I was nesting plastic bowls together to put away, when I noticed my mom sitting on the sofa. I felt like she was waiting for me to talk to her, expecting that she would be listening. But when I opened my mouth to try to speak it was dry and the words just wouldn't come. I felt bad, because I knew she would be disappointed, even in the afterlife, thinking noone cared that she was hanging around, so I flew over the counter and stopping midair a few feet from her. I managed to croak out, "Are you a ghost?" She turned slowly to me, pale eyes lifeless and dull.
That scared me back awake. I was trying to get back to sleep when I heard Liam crying and yelling, "I need a hug!" It was about 3:30. I went his room and turned out the light and tried to get him to fall asleep with me. No luck. Around four, I gave up, and we got up. Then I heard Gabe crying. So I got Gabe up and we hung around until five. At this point, I woke up Karl to sit with Liam. I went to bed with Gabe and got him asleep and put him in the playyard. Then about 5:30, Liam came in jabbering and hitting, and just being the pain he has been for the past week or so. Gabe woke up, whether due to Liam or my loud response to Liam, I don't know. I won't lie and pretend I am a good mom at five a.m. Liam continued chattering happily, "Did I literally wake Gabe up?!" Liam is very loud. Finally, I gave up and told Karl to go back to bed. AND HE DID. I am so mad at him. He fell asleep around nine or so.
I am not looking forward to subbing this afternoon.
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