Dream Weaver

After you have children, there are a few indicators that suggest you may be more "Mom" than actual person now.  This may seem like a blow to your sense of individuality and desire to define yourself, but I think it is an unavoidable fact.  Some of these may be when you reach out to wipe your child's snot with your bare hands, or on impulse, try to catch a waterfall of puke with your hand in a public place (sorry Kelly and all those who may not enjoy the vomit images).  

While I've had my kids wipe their food in my hair, pee and poop all over me, and crush my face with their flying heads, the real indication that I've stepped over from being Lily with normal human impulses to being "Mom with dominate mommy instincts" came to me in a dream last night.  Before you prepare yourself for some life-changing profundity, be warned that I never have those kinds of dreams; I only have ones that are totally ridiculous with a million meaningless details.  

Last night as I slept, intense images floated through my head.  I was in a situation of great stress, like being chased or threatened in some way.  I had to try to get away through all of these different places, one of which turned out to be a department store.  As I ran, my eye caught a sign that made me halt in my tracks. It said, "Carters apparel:  Buy 3, Get 2 Free or Buy 7, Get 4 Free."  (I realize that my subconscious must not be much in the math department since the buy 3 deal is much better than the buy 7 deal)  For anyone who shops for children's clothing, you would know that this sale would be unheard of.  That is the exact reason I had to stop running and start shopping.  While I still had a sense of urgency, it was instead directed at fighting the other shoppers for the perfect three items.  I don't know if my attacker ever caught up with me or just realized that the Carter's sale was like Quasimodo's sanctuary, but I do know that I was confused when I woke up and mad at the ridiculous Lily from my dream who would rank a good children's clothing sale over her very life.  It wasn't even like a sale on cakes or Little Debbie's, which would be worth stopping for!

I better hustle, there are children waiting to be fed.  One would like to follow up his meal with whipping his mother with a rubber snake and the other would like to smack Mommy in the face each time she asks for a kiss.  But dang it!  I love these stinkers!