Hey! Here I am. Alive!
I bet you were wondering if the last post would be the LAST post. So was I for a while there.
But the truth is that I have a lot to say and this is a great place for it - a great place to think THOUGHTS without people I have to DEAL WITH judging me so here I am, back.
Did I ever tell you that sometimes I have these dreams where my husband does something to piss me off and I wake up totally pissed at him? He loves it when that happens. Basically he wakes up and I'm not speaking to him and he's wondering what the hell he missed.
I like to keep him on his toes like that.
So, anyway, I took a new job. Same company, same division-ish, but working for my old AMAZING boss and doing some cool stuff. Kind of high level, STRATEGIC stuff.
Except for the soul sucking 2 hour each way commute and the non-stop gut punching travel. It will be under control by early November but yikes it's been rough.
So this morning I had to leave my house by 7 to get to work by 9. This was the 4th morning I've done it and let's be clear. I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON.
In fact, the only person I know who is LESS of a morning person than I am, is my husband.
For example, the night before last my daughter woke up at 4 and couldn't sleep. I went into her room, tucked her back in and realized that her room was cold and her bed was cold - so I crawled in to bed beside her for 15 minutes until it was warm then I went back to my bed.
When my husband heard me walk into the room he grunted, "GO BACK TO BED!!!" thinking it was one of the kids. He's Mr. Sympathy. You should be glad you've never woken up with an earache in my house.
ANYWAY, (Remember me, miss tangent?) this morning, as I prepared to leave the house I kissed everyone goodbye but I just whispered to my husband, "Goodbye, I love you."
When he woke up 15 minutes later he had had a dream that I had - unbeknownst to him - signed my 10 year old son up for ballet and was making him run all over town in a tutu. He was pissed (in the dream) and he woke up mad at me.
But then he realized that I hadn't kissed him goodbye so he thought that it had been a real fight.
I dont think he realized that it really was a dream until he walked into the kitchen for breakfast and saw my son without a tutu on.