Weird Dreams

I've been having a lot of weird dreams lately. Last night's takes the cakes, though. I dreamed that we had a small girl ( maybe five or six) don't know where she came from. She did resemble a little girl I babysat for one summer after college. Anyway, then out of the blue ( you know how it is with dreams) there was a fat little baby. He wasn't ours but someone had obviously given him to us. I say "he" but for the better part of the dream we couldn't figure out if it was a boy or girl or if it had a name already. Most of the dream concerned trying to find the right stuff for a baby because we weren't at all prepared and every time we did find something the little girl said it was hers. Also the baby who at first couldn't even hold up his head was running around and tumbling from things. Then I really had to pee but couldn't get two seconds away to do it and when I finally had a ( very brief) moment to myself I realized that there wasn't a real toilet in the bathroom, just a training potty. Well, I had to go so I did. The dream ended with me finally realizing that if I changed the baby's diaper I would know which sex it was. So I asked the baby if he needed a diaper change and he said "yes" because at this point he was talking just fine ( I could've asked if he was a boy or girl but didn't think it would be nice) . He was definitely a boy with a really gross diaper. That was when I realized that we didn't have any diapers in the house. Then I woke up.

Not Dead Yet

Well, I managed to make it through Monday's horror-fest. Just barely. Thankfully, they are talking of splitting up the "fit" folks from the rest of us. That would be nice. Today I am praying for rain. Thunder. Lightening. Went to the gym yesterday but would like a few more days on my own before going back to Boot Camp. Everyone do a Rain Dance for me.