Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Crazy Dreams and Priorities . . .
I'm a big dream-rememberer.
That's good and bad.
Depending on the dream.
I'm glad we're not accountable for our dreams.
I was in college again. Different apartment, roomates from freshman and sophomore years mixed together. I was sitting at our kitchen table with two roomates who, like me, are presently married with children. I was trying to get them to agree with me that life isn't the same without our kids while going to college (heh, obviously). I didn't hear my kids giggling and I was concerned. Where were they? It was like this strange alternate reality--college life and family life meshed together--weird. I wanted to find them. Why weren't my roomates as concerned as I was? Futility is an awful feeling.
So, what do you do when you can't find your giggling children OR a pair of really cute shoes?
You wake up.
And that's just what I did.
I'm glad I've got my priorities straight:
Kids THEN shoes.
p.s. I finished My Name Is Mary Sutter last night, my civil war book. Loved it. Unforgettable (to me).
at 1:52 PM