Calling Dr. Phil :) Dreams!
Dreams. What Do They Mean?
Calling Dr. Phil? . I had the oddest dream last night. In the dream me and my husband had 2 of our own children only, for some reason, and ended up, not quite sure how, (Fostering perhaps?), with 6 boys and 1 girl more, and we were interviewing these two couples who had all the money in the world to raise some of them, and in the end, we decided to not go that route, we abandoned the adoption, we were planning, and adopted all 7 ourselves, which my husband thought was insane, but supported it, as far as I can remember in the dream. Now what on earth does that mean?
NO, I don’t want 9 children!! I’m not rich enough for it, nor do I have the uterus for it. It’s seen it’s full capacity. It’s done. Why the dream? I have no freakin clue ha ha. I know as a child I wanted to adopt as many kids as possible, I think I was afraid to have my own babies, (must have known at a fairly early age where they come from, I am guessing ).
All of my Cabbage Patch dolls (which ironically I had 9 of them), were my adopted kids, in my ’Imaginary life’, but we are talking decades ago here, and certainly we aren’t talking adoption, ( me & my husband.) Talking him into one more baby was a chore, and when it was two. Well, you can just imagine the shock.
We are completely & totally full, in our little home, so why the dream? Where did it come from? Was The Partridge Family on television at some point during the night? I did have the TV on. Who knows? Was The Brady Bunch on Nick at Night or something? Maybe 8 is enough?
Whelp, I guess we could say, ‘Why the dream’, about anything we dream about, that doesn’t make much sense to us, in our waking hours. Like the dream I had of my husband with Cindy Crawford a few weeks ago. Now why of all people Cindy? What did she ever do to me? HA HA HA… Just kidding, but seriously, I haven’t heard or thought of her in ages. I still was ticked at him, when he walked in the door from work that morning. ‘How could you?’ !
I have always wanted to save the world, but knew it was impossible. I can’t go by a hobo, I won’t give my last penny to, or an animal shelter, I can walk into, and out of, without an animal (or 2 better yet). (I wanted to volunteer there, at one time, and hubby put an end to that desire. I would take my work home with me, for sure. Even the old and unattractive animals need homes to you know. It’s so sad).
Well, maybe I don’t have the stomach for that job. (A No- kill shelter of course. How do they even find people willing to work in the others?) EWW… but for me, to see the same sad faces not getting a home, that would kill me, and yeah, I’d end up taking them, that’s not a guess, I know it’s fact, so I oblige, and stay away (WAH), from the animal shelters (for now), and I was even a save the children sponsor for many years, when I had the $ for it, and would sponsor 100, if lady luck rolled my way.
And so of course, I could never work in an Orphanage or something, because that would kill me to. I could NEVER stomach that, more so then the cats and dogs, so God bless those wonderful people who can do it, but I certainly will donate money to them and their plight.
But adopting 7 kids right now, after hubby just took a thousand dollar pay cut each check, at the worst time in our lives to do so? No, that certainly was NOT brewing around in my subconscious, taking on more children.
Anyone else have some wacky dreams lately? Feel free to share, even if they are totally off topic. I have had a zillion crazy dreams, most are very hard to explain, and very intricate though. The one last night was more detailed, that was just the quickie rundown.
Weird. My husband says he never dreams, and if he does, (which we ALL do), he doesn‘t remember them ever. That’s so strange to me, because I remember my dreams nearly every night. I think (though some are terrifying to me), life would be quite dull without dreaming, AT ALL. I mean he has to dream, but never knowing you are dreaming, must be pretty boring. I don’t know, guess I’m just having an early morning ramble between me and my computer keyboard here. Don’t mind me.
In other news, the girls had a rough night last night, getting to bed. Even in their sleeps now, they are farting up a storm. One has her leg over the bassinet, and is breaking wind left and right (my poor baby). Hub said to video it. Nah, I won’t go that far, not with a tummy upset. How cruel would that be?
At around 5 last night, I gave them cereal with pears mixed through. I know pears can be somewhat gassy, but this certainly wasn’t the 1st time, they have had them, and without incident. I’ll give them bananas or something today, just in case, but I highly doubt, some jarred pears, would be affecting them now.
They are really teething badly to. One is quite good about it, bless her heart, but the other just cries and cries, more not then ever. I feel so helpless. Can’t wait for that part of things to become a distant memory.
Bought some baby orajel last night, and Allie didn’t like it at all, and wouldn’t drink her bottle awhile after it, so I didn’t give any to Annie, until I come online and do a search on it, see if it’s beneficial or causes them more upset with the side effects (the way it feels and tastes). Someone had recommended me to get it, but I’m going to read a bit more.
I’m sure it’s safe and all, & I know it numbs things up, and can make food taste weird for a little while. I don’t know if that was what was going on here.
Anyway, last swimming lesson with Mikayla today. Man those weeks have flown by. Since they have started, it seems like most every day is Friday! Guess if I was working outside of the home, It’d be awesome, to have every day Friday. YIPEE TGIF, but to me, I’m never off, and the only thing these swimming lessons have done for me, is help me remember what day of the week it is, cause I can’t be the only one, of us SAHM’S who completely lose track of the days of the week, unless you got a zillion sport events to go to, which is more so during the school year.
I just can’t believe it’s almost over, and back to school time, is in just a few short weeks! INSANE! Remember as a child, Summer’s used to last forever? What happens through time, that changes things like that? Why does time go faster the older we get? Guess, if at 34, my babies lives are passing me by, so fast, if I were 45 with them, holy smokes, they’d be 15 in the blink of an eye, literally! I hate time. Anybody know how to make it stop? I’d really appreciate that!
Ok, enough rambling this morning. Will chat more later, I got to go make the donuts (AKA- bottles). Surely not as sweet & yummy. (Not to me anyhow).
Have a great day all, and TGIF to those who are working outside of the home, on this fine Friday morning.