I had a really vivid dream last night. It was the first dream in a long time that I’ve been able to remember in that much detail. *AND* I talked in my sleep and woke Daniel up in the process. I recorded it in my dream journal, but I’ve always had a difficult time analyzing my own dreams. Because of the dream, I didn’t get much restful sleep, and am positive today’s gonna be a 2-pot o’coffee day.
Joe is asleep in the sling, Daniel is watching Stitch yet once again, and Alannah is supposedly cleaning her room. (You believe that, right?)
I was talking to my folks last night about moving out with the kids. They honestly don’t understand why I want to leave. In their eyes, I’ve got it made. And I do on some level….they are willing to support me and the kids as long as we’re here. Hell, I don’t understand all of it myself….but I need to leave. I love my folks, but they are negative people at best. And they don’t even realize how negative they’re being either. Example? I brought up buying a house in the mountains and opening a B&B. They hooted me out of the room, saying “You don’t know how hard it would be”. Well, duh – that’s why I brought it up. I’ve done some research on it, and know it would be hard, but I *have* to be a WAHM (work at home mom) for my kids.
Ugh. my brain hurts just thinking about it. time for more coffee and to think about what I’m going to do with the rest of the day.