I had some serious mommy issue dreams when I was pregnant. As in,
It’s true, I haven’t forgotten them. I’ve also had a couple about my sister. Dreams that seem so real that they screw up your day. You know you’re messed up and confused about something, it’s just that something happened in a dream. (I say this because I’ve had dreams about Cody ticking me off and amazingly I wake up ticked off at him even though I have no legitimate reason.)
This brings me to 6:12 am (4:12 am MST), my sister in law called doing that whole snotty messy squeaky cry. (First of all I thought it was my sister and her dog had passed away, then I thought something had happened to my dad, oh how the human mind is so quick to freak out.) She had a bad dream about me and had called to check up on me. Awww.
She was apologizing for calling so early. (side note: Cody’s alarm goes off at 6:00 am which means my internal to-do list also goes off at six and I am up and overanalyzing things by 6:07 am.) But I felt all sorts of special that she cared enough to call and check on me.
You know you really love someone when you can call them at horrible hours of the night hiccuping and snotting into the phone because you had a bad dream and need to talk.
In her dream she was with Cody when he found out that I had *ahem* done away with myself. (GAH!) I can imagine that being a bit frightening. She kept asking if I was okay.
I am amazing.
Aside from some pesky zits and the misery that is the Midwest in March, I am just ducky. A lot has changed in the last few weeks, and it has all been for the better. So no more worrying about me, because the only funny business going down around here is me eating an entire tub of Trader Joe’s mini peanut butter cups in one sitting. (WHAT? Carrots, I mean baby carrots, lots of them.)
I love you dear sweet over achiever sister in law, call me anytime.
And you, any dreams you need to talk through? I may not be so hip to all of you calling at 6 am but you can leave a comment anytime. It’s very therapeutic, trust me.