Mom Dreams

We all know I'm given to weird dreams.

Earlier this week, I had a dream that all sorts of dust! and dirt! and helium balloons! and all sorts of clutter and yucky came crashing down out of our fireplace into our nice, clean apartment. I spent the whole day cleaning out the fireplace and re-cleaning the apartment.

Then last night, I had a dream that I couldn't fit the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher. It was simply too full from the previous day's dishes. I can't even begin to describe how frustrating it was. The thought of leaving several breakfast dishes in the sink until the dishwasher was done cycling was unbearable, so I kept trying and trying to fit them in.

Eric suggested that I'm starting to have mom dreams.

And then he smirked. 

Jerk.