The streets outside are empty. It looks cold. Very cold. But I'm not exactly sure what I'm basing that on.
Mylo slept until 4:30am this morning. And, for the record, that is progress. He stood up in his crib (for the first time-- gasp), let out a few grunts and groans to let us know he was awake, and so the morning began. I brought Mylo into the living room and walked around with him until he dozed off. If I can get Mylo to sleep one or two more hours a night, I would consider that a huge step towards normalcy. Ah yes, normalcy...
6:23am. Reedu just came out of the bedroom and told me that I gave her my tsunami dream. She was upset. I gave her a hug, told her it was just a dream. She went back to sleep. I feel bad. But, truth be told, I'm so grateful that I have her to share my tsunami dreams with.
The sky is turning a lighter shade of blue. I see people on the sidewalk, hustling off to work. I'm going back to bed.
You certainly did give me your tsunami dream. I have been wanting to write my own tsunami post for a while now but have been avoiding it, putting off having to recall that awful nightmare I had... thanks in large part to YOU, my love :)
ReplyDeleteSorry. For what it's worth, I really am glad I have you to share my anxiety dreams with... and of course the good ones too.
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