Yes, I suppose this could be part II of this post.
Ya know, I want to be the nice little submissive wife and completely support my husband 100% in everything he does – and for the most part, I do. But we’re going to have some serious discussions before he plans another 11 day trip to Vietnam during the absolute busiest time of the school year.
I’m having a really hard time sleeping. I’m not sure why because by the time I get the kids in bed, I’m totally wiped out. Last night I turned off the light relatively early, but I couldn’t fall asleep. I finally took some medicine about midnight, which normally works immediately, but I still couldn’t fall asleep. Then I woke up at 5:40 and couldn’t get back to sleep. I think I dozed for about 1/2 an hour before Meghan woke me up. After she left for school, I went back to bed, save the five minutes it took to pour a bowl of cereal for the boys. They happily played the Wii while I slept. (Please don’t tell CPS.)
Sometime during one of my morning naps, I had a dream. Michael and I were traveling with Nathan, and we stopped at a bank to get money for his Vietnam trip. (Holly, for some reason, Greg Graham was the teller!) Every pair of black sandals that I own (and that is not an insignificant number) was on the floor. Nathan had spilled water everywhere, but there was nothing to use to clean it up. I was trying to pick up all my shoes and clean up the water, but I couldn’t hold everything in my arms, and one pair of shoes completely disappeared, and no one would help me.
I don’t think you need a psychology degree to figure out what’s in my head.