Bowl of oranges
November 1st, 2006Last night I had one of those unprepared-for-a-test dreams, only it was totally different. Total panic and that ”how did this even happen?” feeling, only there was a baby. My baby. A boy, no name. Apparently everyone at home sort of forgot that Mikey and I were having a child… I can hear my mother-in-law giggling a “no way in hell” giggle… so there was no shower. No one had gotten us any baby stuff, and we hadn’t remembered to get anything either. So we come home from the hospital with our new baby boy, who actually looks about four months old (think Aaron on Lost… actually, I think it WAS Aaron), and I immediately get online to order a bunch of cloth diapers and covers. Bummis, to be specific. I get really upset and nearly hysterical about the fact that we are going to have to use ONLY disposable diapers for the six to ten days that the shipping confirmation is telling me it will take for the diapers to arrive. This is the only thing I’m upset about… not that the baby has no clothes or that none of our family or friends even remember that he exists.
I got a new issue of Mothering yesterday and left it on the table with the other mail because I didn’t have time to read any of it. Kelly Swan, this particular demented dream is YOUR fault!
I have the day off tomorrow, and have made myself a whole list of things that I plan to accomplish. We’ll see how I do.
November 1st, 2006 at 1:56 am
wowsers … good song though :-)
November 1st, 2006 at 8:58 pm
If Aaron on Lost is the baby from the beginning of the first season, the infant-”actor” is the grandchild of the woman who got me my current job (who is one of the Institute’s faculty members, and a childhood friend of my aunt’s.) I’ve been meaning to tell you that. And I will eventually get around to watching the series, but I kind of want to wait until it’s completely over and everything’s available on DVD and I can just sit through it from beginning to end.