I sleep like the dead, so I did not hear Grant calling “Mom….?! Dad…..?!” at 2:00 in the morning. I did wake up around 5:00 and noticed Rich wasn’t next to me, but figured he had trouble sleeping and was on the couch watching some boring show on the history of poop or the scientific relevance of gum wrappers until he fell asleep again. (Happens all the time.)
He had to sleep in Grant’s room last night. It appears that Grant woke up during the night and was frightened by a hydrangea bush outside his window.
“Something’s lookin’ at me!”
“It’s OK buddy, it’s just a flower…see?”
“No Dad, it’s lookin’ at me!”
“Is it looking at you now?”
(pause)
“When you’re not here.”
“Do you want me to sleep in here?”
“Yep.”
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So Rich had to share a twin size bed with a kid who can take up more than his fair share of a king size bed. That may be why he had his own bad dream.
We ordered some dining room chairs and until they arrive, we’ve been sitting on crappy folding chairs. Rich dreamt that they came and they were too low and they were really ugly and that he totally hated them but I refused to return them. As he tells me this dream over breakfast (at the table, sitting in a crappy folding chair), Devin comments, “Gee, when you are older do your dreams really become that boring?”
To his credit, Rich refrained from rattling off a few smart-ass answers about dreams young men have during puberty.
(I refrained from rattling off a few smart-ass answers about pharmaceuticals and wine thwarting the dream cycle.)
When the discussion turned to common elements in dreams like being naked in public, flying, falling, etc. I left to check my tracking numbers on the FedEx website. I’d be better able to participate in these conversations if I were sitting in a pretty chair. If it’s comfortable too? Well, that’s a nice perk.
“Gee, when you are older do your dreams really become that boring?”
only when you’re married Devin….
get a job
avoid women
save your money
back pack your way through the rest of your life
[r]