I rolled over, glanced at the clock through my one opened eye and noticed it was 9:00am (historic). As I rolled over, quickly debating the pros and cons of going back to sleep or simply getting up, i began to digest my evening of past.
This was a good night. Sidney was up only twice (once at 12:30 and once at 5:30). I was already half up at 5:30, listening to the radio alarm doing it's best in trying to get my husband out of bed, as he wanted to be at work by 6:30). It's saturday, so when the morning
call of Sidney came in, I knew that once was done 'servicing' his needs, it was right back into bed. Not putting on my pants, mismatched socks and combing my broomhilda hair to go and make the traditional waffle breakfast (if this does not happen, the boy will gulp a few mouthfuls of water in the bathroom faucet, grab a dry piece of bread and make his way out the door for the bus. If i am really lucky, he might grab a granola bar (that will be half way through his system before first period).
Alas, today was saturday. The husband was gone, the house was quiet and i was going to catch up on some sleep.
During my three minute debate solo debate this morning, a question came into play. "Why would you want to go back to...THAT?" That, meaning my dreams. The dreams one has when actually given a chance to be asleep long enough to have such blissful fairied moments.
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y quasi recollection, my dreams are playing out a nasty representation of my reality.
1. Getting my hair done at a new recommended place (have cancelled three times on getting my hair done...since christmas... because of john's schedule). The person sits down with me, asks me how i want my hair done. I tell her I am simply tired, she comes highly recommended and I trust her judgement. I fall asleep in the chair only to wake up to a deep purple henna covering every inch of blond i had as well as a decorative tinsel streamer as a head piece. As i looked at myself in the mirror, I did not rage out, i did not even speak, as i nodded in approval, i was only thinking, "I'm sure i can make this work."
2. 
John's working quarters are in the new Twins Ball Park. He has a very swanky new office. Because I have yet to see his new office in person, it was up to my dream to interpret how such office might look. John's office has a wall of all windows (from floor to ceiling and from wall to wall). my dream came into play that he had no door to get from one floor to the next. As my heart beat slower and my breathing became more heavy, my mind took me to this new place with a humorous twist. John had fashioned a ladder right outside one of his windows. This is how he was to get up and down from floor to floor. On a particular day, he had a meeting and there were 5 or 6 executive looking men standing by, waiting for john to get his ladder out for them to exit properly. Something was wrong with the ladder, and he had to call maintenance, who simply repelled down by rope - applied a new hook to the ladder and all were good to go.
John's working quarters are in the new Twins Ball Park. He has a very swanky new office. Because I have yet to see his new office in person, it was up to my dream to interpret how such office might look. John's office has a wall of all windows (from floor to ceiling and from wall to wall). my dream came into play that he had no door to get from one floor to the next. As my heart beat slower and my breathing became more heavy, my mind took me to this new place with a humorous twist. John had fashioned a ladder right outside one of his windows. This is how he was to get up and down from floor to floor. On a particular day, he had a meeting and there were 5 or 6 executive looking men standing by, waiting for john to get his ladder out for them to exit properly. Something was wrong with the ladder, and he had to call maintenance, who simply repelled down by rope - applied a new hook to the ladder and all were good to go.3. Perry stayed over at a friends house last night. As a mother, I continued to think of how his night was progressing. In my sleep, in my dreams, I was given the harsh reality of it all. Perry's friend invited him over to a beach bash. A gazillion kids, a gazillion cars and a very happy mother attempting to have organized party games. There was a karaoke machine in the corner that was being used as a go-go box to dance on. The boys bed/mattress was being used as a surfing simulator. Chaos reigned and all i wanted to do was to make sure Perry was having a nice time. There were guys valet parking cars, sand everywhere (brought in for the theme of the party) and much more. As I type, the world of the party dream or seeping through my fingers.
4. Oh, i digress...This Just In...I was thinking to john's work dream and as the guys waited, Lady Gaga was there with signature black glasses trying to teach these guys to dance.
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