Freudian Paydirt

In my dream, I was on my way to an appointment with a life coach, (something that I have done in real life).  The Huz was accompanying me, (which he never has).  For some reason, we were unable to take the car, so we had to cycle to the appointment. (We actually used to be avid mountain bikers, pre-parenthood, and this past week-end we saw an old video of a bike trip we went on in 1998).

Somehow, I managed to overshoot our destination by a long shot, and we had to back-track.  At our turn-around point, I ran into a guy who, in real life, I once dated, and who ultimately wasn't that into me, and who caused me great heart-ache back in the day.  He saw me and called out, "Hi Rachel", which would have been fine if my name actually was Rachel.  We had an awkward conversation, then started our trek back to the life coach's office, with enough time to make it to the appointment.

At this point, it became winter, and the cycling became more difficult with all the ice and snow.  Not only that, but the streets had ceased to be recognizable, and there were no signs to help us along.  We started up a hill that was too icy and steep to even walk up.  I knew that I was definitely going to be late for the appointment, which had me feeling extremely nervous and anxious. (Typical for me if I am late for something.)

Eventually, we stumbled upon a house, and let ourselves in with the hopes of finding someone to offer us directions.  The person we found had no idea how to help us.

We walked through the house and found a mother and her two children.  The mother was dancing around in her son's underwear, trying to make him laugh.  I gave her a hug and then went to find our bikes.

When I finally found the bikes just outside one of the doors, I was unable to go out to get them given that I wasn't wearing pants.  The mother who was dancing in her son's underwear walked into the room, and I had to assure her that I was just trying to leave, and that she shouldn't be concerned that I had no pants on.

The Huz showed up, also not wearing enough clothing, but he braved the cold to get us our bikes.

The End.

So analyze that!

Eye of the Beholder

Yesterday my 6yo daughter ran and grabbed me in a panic and pulled me into the washroom.  She positioned herself in front of the mirror and pointed to her eye, expressing concern that there was darkness under it.

"Oh, those are called dark circles.", I explained.  "You get those when you don't get enough sleep.  I haven't had enough sleep since you were born, and look at MY dark circles!"

She just stared at me with great concern.

Later, my daughter was in front of a mirror again, pondering what she might look like when she's grown up.

"I'm sure you'll be as beautiful as you are now", I offered.

Pleased with this response, she put on a big smile, which suddenly dropped as she looked over at me and said, "Uhhmmmm, ok, but I'm going to make sure that I get more sleep than you're getting."