She's dialed people on the phone, eaten three bags of chips she snuck out of the pantry, poured an entire bottle of syrup on the table (I said a prayer of thanks that it was only on the table) and changed clothes 4 times. There was also the cup she filled with "candy". As I inspected it, each SweeTart-looking disc had the word "Tums" imprinted on it.
When helping me put whites in the washer, she stuck a deep-purple sock in the load when my back was turned as I spot treated the Cheetos smear on her Gymboree shirt (another prayer that I saw it before I started the load).
The phone has been ringing because of an elderly lady in our church that's just been hospitalized (swine flu? No, pneumonia), so that's why the little stinker is running rampant.
Last night when I was on the phone she dragged a stool to the refrigerator and stood on top of it to reach the bottle of vitamins I keep up "out of reach". Ok, so now it's only out of my reach-- there are no limits for her.
But the way the day began has really thrown me.
You know how you can train yourself to realize that a dream is just a dream-- it's like reaching a mental maturity to have control like that, and I am SO not there.
Last night I dreamed that I was absolutely unable to get through another month of deployment. After being assessed by mental health officials (not so far off base is this one, huh?), they determined the hubby should come home.
It just so happened (in the dream) that a news crew was doing a story on the base he's stationed at and I was able to see from here, on my very own TV, my Hubby climbing into a helicopter that I knew would take him to an airport to come home.
I watched excitedly in anticipation, when suddenly, to my horror the news crew captured an incoming missile as it hit that helicopter. The entire thing exploded right before my eyes.
I screamed.
wow, that was hard even typing that, and it didn't even really happen.
Several times I kept thinking, "Maybe this will just be a dream" but I never quite made it out the other end. In fact, I convinced myself it wasn't a dream since I had lived through telling the kids and his parents...the funeral, the nightmare that comes with the death of a spouse.
So another prayer this morning-- that my worst nightmare was only just that.
And while I tried to share this intimate portrait of my day, Miss Ky has opened and disposed an entire box of plasters (band-aids). Only 5 hours till bedtime... which doesn't bring a lot of comfort considering....
Hubby's photo.
Hubby's photo.
I'm terrified by your nightmare and I don't even know your hubs! I can totally understand why you're feeling rather freaked out. Goodness!
ReplyDeleteNow, I know I shouldn't be chuckling but you must admit- Miss Ky is impressive in both her tactics and tenacity. Perhaps she has a future in Special Ops? Then again, perhaps it's better to know that someday she'll have a little tudger just like herself. I don't suppose Miss Ky is your Mini-me?
Okay- that's weird. My word verification word is 'wings'. Yowza!
Wow Jeri!! That dream would have thrown anybody for a loop. I got chills reading it.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely not a gret way to start a day. Saying extra prayers right now, that yes it was just a dream.
Little Miss Ky is definitely keeping you on your toes. I guess, at least it's a good diversion from re-living that nightmare.
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Hugs Jeri, just hugs!
ReplyDeleteGoodness! Scary, the dreams that torture us at times.
ReplyDeleteSending prayers your way that hubby will remain safe and your sanity, intact.
I HATE those kinds of dreams. The ones which hit closest to home are the ones most likely to be believable.
ReplyDeleteYour hubby will be home this summer. Focus on Miss Ky.
That is the WORST dream I've ever heard...I'm sorry!!
ReplyDeleteEvie and Miss Ky could be pals...playdates would be a kick, right? Or a complete destructive disaster. :)
What an awful way for the day to start! I'm so sorry you had such a terrible nightmare. No wonder you're a bit discombobulated this morning.
ReplyDeleteI think the clock is ticking before Rachel reaches this stage. Yikes! Honestly, I'm glad she's been relatively immobile as long as she has.
oh, J. prayers for your comfort, and sanity!
ReplyDeleteJust remember... it's only a dream.
ReplyDeleteOh hugs and chcolate and wine and all good things I'm passing along to you...And deep breaths and patience xxxx
ReplyDeleteHolding you all tight as can be;)
ReplyDeleteOh, f16 fighter. I love it.
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What a horrible dream. By any chance have you watched M*A*S*H lately? There was an episode similar to your dream. Maybe you were thinking about that.
ReplyDeleteMiss Ky is a very busy little girl.
ah hon, what a horrible nightmare. Praying you have a nightmare-free sleep tonight and the rest of the nights until hubby arrives safe and sound at home with you.
ReplyDeleteAnd Olivia is driving me nuts too... what with the climbing and the throwing and the pouring out and spilling and wreaking general havoc.
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WOw scary. I might have just died myself. You poor darlin, that would freak anyone out. Will be praying for you, for your hubby and for that little imp in a human body. God peace. May the peace that passes all understanding keep your heart and mind in Christ Jesus our Lord. His arm is not too short to save.
ReplyDeleteI can't imagine what the spouse of a deployed member of the Air Force goes through.
ReplyDeleteTake a deep breath. Things are going to be okay.
What are you eating before you go to bed? What a nightmare! I hope that it is nothing more than a bad dream.
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What a terrifying nightmare. Hope it leaves your thoughts quickly enough.
ReplyDeleteWhen is Miss Ky old enough to go to school??
Wow! What a scary nightmare.
ReplyDeleteI hope you were able to replenish your chocolate cupboard. Sounds like you need a double today!!
ReplyDelete:o) Hope it gets better!!!
That's it. I'm coming over for tea and you're gonna LIKE IT. :)
ReplyDeleteSeriously, I'm sending best wishes your way friend.
I found your blog when you were on "Authorblog". I can really identify with you a lot! Your Miss Ky sounds a lot like my little Sugar...boy, does she wear me out. You are one boy ahead of me...if I choose to try that again! Stay strong! You and your husband are in my prayers.
ReplyDeletewelcome back, Amber. Your profile isn't available to me, or I would've responded last time you commented-- so I'll tell you here, thank you for coming by and if you want to get our little busy people together to rule the world, just let me know! ;-)
ReplyDeleteI should not laugh, really I shouldn't! I promise it will pass like a long summer, too soon!
ReplyDeleteGod is in control. I know on days like this that it doesn't seem possible, but you know it and I know it. He won't let you down.
ReplyDeleteOh, Jerri, now the helicopter thing makes so much more sense. But he didn't know, right? Already the mail was...well, in the mail. He'll be home soon.
ReplyDeleteHow terrifying that dream must have been for you. I can't even imagine. Here's hoping the time will pass quickly so he can be home again soon.
ReplyDeleteI missed this one. Been reading and not commenting and this is the one I missed. Wow. Your sense of humor makes me almost forget the incredible stress you are under. Humbled, and praying.
ReplyDeleteSorry I haven't been around either--this was an awful event for you! I HATE those scary dreams that persist in hanging with you for days--always at the edge of your mind--it is so draining. Hang in there!
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