I want to talk about another dream I had last week. (Odd thing, as soon as I started actually blogging about my dreams, I have had trouble remembering them. I remember things vividly if I awake in the night, but when I am up in the morning the memories are fuzzy).
Anyway, this time it was one of those “can’t find any clothes to wear and am walking around half-naked” sort of dreams. That and I kept forgetting my kids–like I was out all night and went home at 11 am and realized Ewan was home by himself all night. What the heck? I would never do that. It’s not like I’m Britney Spears (though I guess she has people to help watch them, theoretically).
The theme of these dreams seems to be I’m afraid of being irresponsible or something. Huh. I suppose that is a somewhat valid fear. I’m not prone to forgetting about my kids in waking life, but I could probably be more organized and responsible in other ways.
