Do you ever have those dreams where you are slightly awake but still asleep enough that your dreams are vaguely realistic but outlandish? Dreams where pointless and silly things seem completely important and logical? That was me last night. Occasionally these kinds of dreams will turn into stress fests where the weight of the world seems to press in on me. This was not the case, thank goodness. But I have realized that any thought I have at 3 am should be ignored. I especially need to be reminded not to email or text anyone in the middle of the night, no matter how urgent my thoughts seem. At best I will end up sending an email that will make people wonder what kind of weirdo is still up sending emails in the middle of the night. At worst I will send something that seems drunken, desperate or just plain crazy.
Brains don’t like to turn off once they’ve been woken up, do they? So I spent an hour or two dreaming my weird semi-dreams and was just dozing off to sleep when Mister informed me that his throat was closing up which it does sometimes when he chews gum with aspertame. He went into the kitchen to find some benedryl and a popsicle and I spent the next hour picturing my sad and hopeless life as a widow.
Like I said, rationality disappears completely in the middle of the night. I’m not the only one, right?
The thing that doesn’t disappear? Exhaustion. My last child was just delivered to school so I’m going back to bed. Goodnight.