Will woke up at 5 in the morning yesterday. This was approximately 2 hours after I had finally crawled back into bed from Jake's mid-night feeding. I was barely functional. I don't really understand what my problem was though. I survived on much less sleep when Will was a baby. But I was SO TIRED yesterday. Like, unreasonably tired. Whenever this happens to me, I freak out that I'm pregnant. Especially when I've been having headaches and extreme thirst, as those were my earliest symptoms when I was carrying the boys. And so, I was kind of mulling the idea around, wondering if I should get a test. But then I remembered that I had just finished my period. But THEN I remembered that, according to that show I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant, you can have fake periods and still be pregnant. So I was like, "Hmmmm." But then I came to my senses and realized, it's not pregnancy. It's Daylight Savings Time. Still kicking my butt three days later.
So, Jamie was supposed to fly a local training run last night and slept in a bit yesterday morning in preparation. I had just put Will down for his nap when he finally came downstairs, and so he took mercy on me, took Jake, and sent me up to bed until he had to leave at noon. As is typical when I nap during the day, I had totally messed up, vivid, exhausting dreams. The dream I woke up remembering was about Jamie and myself going on this long, arduous, dangerous, Indiana Jones type journey to get mulch. Yes, mulch. Like what you put on flowerbeds. Though I'm not sure why we needed it in the dream. It was IMPORTANT though. Like, worth dying for. Anyway, we got back from our journey and I realized that Jamie has only brought back ONE BUCKET of mulch. And I was so mad. Because all that work and fear and risk! And all he got was one puny little bucket! And in my dream, other people were actually comforting me because Jamie had been so dumb and only brought back ONE BUCKET. So clearly, I was not being unreasonable. And then Jamie sat down on the bed and woke me up because he needed to go. I told him about the dream before he left for work, and we laughed because, you know, ha ha, what a weird dream. But secretly, inside, I was harboring a little residual dream anger, you know? Anyway, so the plane was broken, as the planes always are, and his flight was cancelled last night. He got home around 11 and we crawled into bed. But before I fell asleep, I turned to him and said, "You better bring back more than one freaking bucket of mulch this time." And then I fell fast asleep with a smile on my lips and the sound of his laughter to warm my heart. It's those little moments that make me so happy to be married to him. Well, moments like that AND, you know, THESE little guys.
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