Five hours later, and I am sitting here wondering if I was really that tired, or if it was the cool rainy day that did it to me.
I had the funniest dream, though...in it I was mom to two children. One was a teenaged boy who really wanted to move his bedroom to the basement, and the other was a little blonde girl named Gert. And I wanted to buy them a hampster or gerbil, but I had to know if they both wanted a hampster or gerbil, and more importantly, whether or not they would be able to pick up the hampster or gerbil since I. could. not.
No way, no how. I wasn't going to be able to pick up a hampster or a gerbil and this was going to be an issue for sure if the little fellow ever escaped his cage and needed to be put back into it forthwith.
And just as my teenage son was giving me a hard time for not being able to pick up a hampster or a gerbil, the door opened and my husband (their father) walked in and said "Son, why are you giving your mom a hard time about not being able to pick up a hampster or a gerbil?" and I woke up.
Do you suppose it's time we upped my meds?