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Sep. 29th, 2001 10:52 amLast night I had the strangest dream...
I was at an amusement park (like Disneyland, but not quite), and they gave you little pagers for the rides, like restaurants do, so that you would know when to go back for your ride. When our pager went off, we went back to stand in the short line (kind of like Disney's fastpass system), but it was lame because the "long" line was only 10 minutes long anyway. Then, they made us go through a salad bar (maybe because I had Fresh Choice for dinner?) and eat our salads before we could get on the ride.
That's the only coherent part (that I remember). There were other snippets, like the ghost girl who threated people with an iron and could go two-dimensional and melt into walls, and the principal who stole her ghost car and chased her with it in the minimalist-style hospital lobby, and the cub scout playing in mud puddles and other bits that are just fuzzy images drifting off into oblivion in my brain.
I wish my dreams had a plot. Or maybe I'm just not remembering it if it did.
Bobby didn't have an accident last night! Yay! He woke up on his own to use the bathroom, them he proudly came and told us. This is his first night accident-free, since we started doing the night thing almost two weeks ago. One could wish that he didn't wake us (and Joshua) up at 6 am to announce it (especially on a Saturday morning), but I must say it beats all heck out of changing wet sheets and starting a load of laundry at 3 in the morning. We'd finally gotten smart. At first we were changing sheets once or twice a night. Then we put waterproof pads underneath him, and only needed to change his clothes and the pad. Just the last few nights, we started putting a pull-up on over his underwear, so we only had wet underwear. But maybe now he's learned how to stay dry. *Cross fingers*
Now, everyone except me, and Joshua, are out at the Airplane Museum. Yay! I get the whole house to myself! I get to do anything I want - like laundry, and dishes, and soaking the paint out of Bobby's school clothes, and vacuuming (how did we get gravel in the carpet?) and cleaning bathrooms, and other fun things. On second thought, maybe I should have gone to the museum, too.
I was at an amusement park (like Disneyland, but not quite), and they gave you little pagers for the rides, like restaurants do, so that you would know when to go back for your ride. When our pager went off, we went back to stand in the short line (kind of like Disney's fastpass system), but it was lame because the "long" line was only 10 minutes long anyway. Then, they made us go through a salad bar (maybe because I had Fresh Choice for dinner?) and eat our salads before we could get on the ride.
That's the only coherent part (that I remember). There were other snippets, like the ghost girl who threated people with an iron and could go two-dimensional and melt into walls, and the principal who stole her ghost car and chased her with it in the minimalist-style hospital lobby, and the cub scout playing in mud puddles and other bits that are just fuzzy images drifting off into oblivion in my brain.
I wish my dreams had a plot. Or maybe I'm just not remembering it if it did.
Bobby didn't have an accident last night! Yay! He woke up on his own to use the bathroom, them he proudly came and told us. This is his first night accident-free, since we started doing the night thing almost two weeks ago. One could wish that he didn't wake us (and Joshua) up at 6 am to announce it (especially on a Saturday morning), but I must say it beats all heck out of changing wet sheets and starting a load of laundry at 3 in the morning. We'd finally gotten smart. At first we were changing sheets once or twice a night. Then we put waterproof pads underneath him, and only needed to change his clothes and the pad. Just the last few nights, we started putting a pull-up on over his underwear, so we only had wet underwear. But maybe now he's learned how to stay dry. *Cross fingers*
Now, everyone except me, and Joshua, are out at the Airplane Museum. Yay! I get the whole house to myself! I get to do anything I want - like laundry, and dishes, and soaking the paint out of Bobby's school clothes, and vacuuming (how did we get gravel in the carpet?) and cleaning bathrooms, and other fun things. On second thought, maybe I should have gone to the museum, too.
