Yesterday (Saturday April 12) was a busy day. I sanded some drywall (which made a huge mess), got the car tire fixed, did some laundry, had a weiner roast with the boys, got them bathed and off to bed. In between these activities I did my usual housewife duties of making meals, washing dishes, cleaning floors, and harassing the kids to clean up. At the end of the day I sat down and watched the last two minutes and overtime period of the Canadien's game. Then I tried to watch a movie after the kids went to bed, but got so tired I couldn't finish it.
I fell asleep quickly but was suddenly aroused by a noise. When I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was the wall, with a huge CRACK in it! You know how it is when you just wake up from a deep sleep that has just barely set in. The mind is not quite functioning properly: it sees things differently, it imagines things that are not real or accurate, and it jumps to conclusions based on these distorted views of reality. Well, in this state of half sleep (or for you optomists, half awake) I saw a crack on the wall, imagined that the house was falling apart and then had visions of the house falling down upon me. Then I imagined what would happen if the house dropped in on me: would I live through it, what would happen to the kids. Of course I'm too lazy to get out of bed and check things out so I told myself it was just my eyes playing tricks on me, and fell quickly asleep.
In the morning I awoke and the first thing I saw was our big bedroom window. It has a large curvy crack in it, oddly, the same shape as the crack in the wall I saw last night. Then I looked at the wall and the crack was gone! So, my conclusion in this matter: think positive thoughts and your problems will disappear!
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I had a restless sleep that night as well...I dreamt that I lost Abbi. I dreamt that she had been kidnapped and that I had spent all night trying to find her. I woke up a few times, and had to sit up to try and find her...still sleeping in her bed.
Maybe it is me who feels lost I thought...without you. Maybe you feel broken without us.
OOO! Good one!
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