I am dreading the arrival of my parents. The house is a mess. We don’t know where they’re staying and, if they’re staying with us, I’ve got shitloads of laundry to do.
But on the other hand, I really, really want them to already be here and I want to be curled up on the couch, leaning against my mom, half napping and half listening to my dad and the Butcher talking about football or fighting or whatever.
There comes a point for me at which I have this overwhelming desire to just know what the motions are and to have someone with me to make sure that I go through them, but I want to be able to just kind of shut down and trust that someone else is taking care of everything and all I have to do is do what they say.
That point is right now.
Sadly, that’s not where I am in my week, so I will keep trudging forward.
I had this dream last night, a really vivid dream that I was extremely pregnant, so I was waddling around feeling kind of sick and trying to plan a blogger get together for other pregnant bloggers. Meanwhile, I was living under an underpass on the interstate.
I have this irrational fear that I will pop like a balloon when they cut into my neck.
Well, let’s all look forward to Thursday and the end of the freaked out posts about Thursday, huh?