I was getting ready for work the other day and my son was sleeping. All of the sudden, he says “I don’t like bandaids, right mama, right?”
I looked at him and he was still asleep. I told him that he does like bandaids. He went back to sleep.
No doubt he is my child.
I once dug under my (then) husband’s pillow and when he asked me what I was doing I told him vehemently “I’m digging for treasure.” Like Duh, what else would I be doing?
I’ve woke up laughing, crying, angry, turned on, and probably any other emotion you can think of due to my dreams. I get frustrated when I can’t remember the dream. Especially the good ones.
I do remember last night that a girl was hitting on me and I saw a guy that I miss terribly and he ignored me.
Maybe it was the “Jamaican Me Happy” drink I had last night. I could just be crazy.