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Not a bad dream, but…

I had a dream the other night. I was doing my christmas shopping and for some dream logic reason, I decided to get my niece and nephew’s birth certificates for my brother and his wife. I know, what a FANTASTIC present, hey? Isn’t that what we’re all just dying for? Anyways, the papers come and I look at them. My nephew’s papers list us as the parents. I’m thinking “shit, I did say they were for my nephew but maybe they didn’t hear and assumed that since I was calling, I was the mom”.

But then comes the awkward part. I didn’t want to have it changed. Part of me was just hoping we could leave it that way. I knew it was wrong and that anyone looking at it and him would say “pardon me, we’ve got a typo here”. Not to mention that his parents MAY want correct information on  it and all. But dream me  got to have the momentary fantasy of “maybe he could be my baby”.

But sadly, you have to wake up and put the you that would be locked up in the loony bin for trying to convince people that some other child is yours away.

I’ve been feeling strangely sad and a little guilty about it the last couple days. Even thought I know I didn’t ACTUALLY do anything wrong. And dream me didn’t either. She just wished she didn’t have to fix those damn typos.

CD 18 DPO 0?

Ever since last night I’ve been trotting along with the song “who’s afraid of the big bad cheese” stuck in my head. For most of my life I’ve pretty much had no point in which there wasn’t a song stuck in there and last night, this was it. “Big bad cheese”? Ya, I know, it’s supposed to be wolf, but Monster is now at the point where he changes the words of everything and I’m just glad it’s not “poop” for a change.

This all started because I was too lazy to pull out a story book so I decided to spout one off from mostly memory (because I can only mostly remember it). And every time it came to singing the song, he changed the words. I thought it was cute, so we kept singing it and flapping around and then I remember my dream…

I’m completely content in a noisy house of crazy monster children. Three or four of them, singing and dancing, very much like a big party but it’s made up of me and my children. I could gather them in a little circle and tell them stories while they participate in parts. The older ones can start telling stories of their own. We could all play together and never be lonely or bored. And when Daddy gets home he’d have a doggy-pile of monsters all trying to be the first to get a hug and a kiss. Then at the end of the day Hubby  and I  would fall into bed, exhausted but fulfilled, and smile at the thought of our crazy happy kids…then maybe pretend to make some more (because I don’t think I’d need more after four…but I’d still take them). I could have my strong-headed children that all took care of and loved each other very much and were super close and knew that family came first. The movie cheaper by the dozen makes a bit angry jealous.

I want it so bad. And knowing that my Monster should have 2 siblings and that they were taken away from us just kills me even more when I think about my dreams of the future.

So today is a song for which I am incapable of being stressed during.