Bad Dreams and Weapon
It was a long day yesterday. I did manage to get a short nap in before having to pick Tot up at noon… but I wonder if it was worth it… very strange dream… it started with me trying to get the house solarized (is that a word?) and went to Obama talking to the Muslims… with the Muslims trying to convince Obama that allowing their leader to marry his daughter would ’save the US’… to me helping my neighbors get solar energy… back to some odd snippets of Obama telling them no because she was too young and he wanted her to go to college… and I remember seeing the leader’s face with a weird smile saying “Why worry about her going to college, she needs to be pregnant and cleaning house”… back to helping one of my neighbors with a solar hot water heater…
This continued for a while until I woke up. What bothers me is that I remember it. Ugh… It was just too freaky. I don’t like dreaming during the day.
The boys are feeling better. I hope to be getting a good night’s sleep… though Hubby came home with Pink Eye. No, I’m not kidding… not one of my children, my hubby. Life is always full of merriment…
And the weapon… Tater came home with a spork (spoon/fork thingie) and told me he found this weapon on the playground. He chased his friend B around the playground with it and tried to poke him in his butt. Sigh… now how to explain why that was wrong in so many ways…. Not sure if the fact he referred to it as a weapon or trying to hurt one of his friend’s bothered me more. Ugh…
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