Poor excuse

Posted By: Karen B. 1 Comments

I've been a poor excuse for a mother the last couple of days. We haven't even left the house. Today Ingrid hasn't even gotten dressed, she's just running around in her diaper. Last night she had popcorn and eggs for dinner.

I blame it on not feeling well. I have a cold that is making me sneeze so hard and so many times in a row that I pee a little. I can't breathe out of my nose so I feel like I haven't had any liquids in about 10 years, my mouth is THAT DRY! Then there's the muscle tension that feels like I've been beaten about the head and neck while I sleep.

Oh and let me mention the pregnancy dreams. Today, my 2.5 hour nap that did nothing to alleviate the tireds, induced a back to school dream. I took Ingrid to the park near my high school (was nothing like it was) and she was wandering around. You know how schools have "high" security now. Well we wandered into the ofice and were walking around for a while before anyone noticed. Then I wanted to find my way out or through, so I asked someone and for some reason left Ingrid behind as I walked through. Then I laid down on the stairs and took a nap with some kid. Then the lady I'd asked how to get out brought Ingrid through the door to me. We ended up in a classroom where a bunch of my old classmates, who never graduated apparently, were having a debate about what option they should choose on a project. The idea I ended up liking was soda pop that had some sort of mind control power, since it aligned with the goal much better than the other options. They weren't done debating when the bell rang to leave, so I talked about having to come back to the next class in order to see the conclusion. After some of the students left, some people were playing with Ingrid and I was asked to take a look at another little girl's mouth because she had soot coming out of it. When they opened her mouth she had bump for 3 rows of teeth. Pregnancy dreams are so very vivid and weird.

Peter is currently, I think, in the air flying to Atlanta where he will change planes on his way home. I can't wait for him to get home. I miss him something terrible when he's gone and Ingrid always asks where he is.


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