Saturday, September 11, 2010


I had a dream:

I was nursing some fetus alien mung bean sprout things (they had multiple heads trailing out of each other) as they would become real babies if I did it right.

T-bag from Prison Break was there and he would properly dispose of the ones that I accidentally broke (hey, they were tiny, and had very fragile mung bean sprout heads). We were all very solemn about it.

I also knew that if “the people” that were looking for me came into the room that I would have to run away out the back door and down the stairs. I guess in my dream I was physically fit again.

Within a dream:

The baby slept for 3 and a half hours straight, and I thought that was the most glorious thing in the world. Long enough to actually have a dream and feel somewhat rested. He cooed and gurgled at 2:30 am and I was cooing back.

Within a dream:

Because he slept so long, he felt that he was totally allowed to wake up every 2 hours after that. And he would have to be forgiven for needing to be held every moment of the day, even while taking his mini cat naps.

It’s a wonder that I have such low expectations for sleep that a 3 hour stretch will make me positively giddy.

1 comment:

The Crash Test Dummy said...

Oh you.

You're making me tired.

But you know what. It's so dang fun to hold a baby all day long and watch them sleep and eat. It's more fun when you don't have any other responsibilities. You're so dang stinkin' friggin lucky.

You can catch up on sleep later. ;)

Your verifier says copec. hee hee I think it's telling you to cope.