I had a dream last night.
I dreamed I was in a college cafeteria – or some sort of cafeteria – following the IRL upcoming birth of my niece, Naomi. But that’s not important. It is important, but not important to the analysis of my dream.
Ugh. I’m so tired.
Anyway, I was in a cafeteria collecting food to eat. I do believe there were cinnamon rolls. But I couldn’t find a tray. So I’m carrying around plates and plates of yummy food, trying to balance them without dropping anything. There is a table right next to the serving line, but I decide against sitting there because it would be too noisy. So I look for a table closer to the middle of the room, and I choose a seat by myself because sitting with anyone else right now would be too much. I need to be alone, and I need a little piece of quiet.
Then my alarm went off. It will only go off nine more times before I am free of an alarm clock for three glorious months.
(Most likely two glorious month and one month of “how many more days til I can send these kids back to school?!?”)
This time of year is crazy. Truly it rivals December. Every year. I kinda hate it. Two field days, two class parties, a school picnic, teacher gifts, two recitals, soccer tournaments, soccer games…and, for good measure, three parties at our house.
I need a tray.