It should be noted that the fact that I even had a dream I actually remembered the next day should go in a category of some kind of amazing feat in and of itself. It's been so long since I have remembered a dream. I have no idea how long it's been.
I believe I've mentioned I have two days "off" a week now that my kids are in school on those days. I have yet to figure out how to be okay with actually taking some time OFF. So I'm really working my tail off while everyone is gone and it's been good in a "get the laundry done and maybe change somebody's sheets" kind of way. I've been getting up around 6:30 to pack lunches and help get everyone out the door on time. On Tuesdays everybody gets home close to 5:45, we have dinner, then clean up before hosting our City Pres City Group at 6:30. By the time the day is over, I'm pretty trashed. Last night, I was in bed by 9:45. This is not normal for me, but I'm not complaining.
So last night I got about ten hours of sleep. I woke up just as I was putting Jack Black's can opener back in his kitchen cabinet. Wait…What?
It was the weirdest, shortest dream I think I've ever had. I needed a can opener and so Craig and I decided to walk over to Jack Black's house to see if he would let me borrow his. He was happy to. He showed me to his kitchen and then he went outside with Craig where they played football together in his front yard while I helped myself to his awesome kitchen. He had really cool stuff and I was really impressed with his style.
Just as I was wiping down the can opener and placing it back in his cabinet, I woke up. I will never know if the inside of his fridge is clean or not.
And I just thought the rest of you needed to know that. *giggle*