I've been having very vivid dreams lately. And NooOOOOooooooo, I'm not pregnant. But definitely having vivid dreams.
Last night's dream was that a circus performer fell madly in love with me and swept me away on his flying trapeze. I'm not even kidding. It doesn't take a dream analyst to put together that this is directly related to my weekend's desire (okay...January's) to run away from home combined with the sick husband in the house.
Take me Aaaaawwwwwaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy......
I'm craving routine.
January didn't hold a single routine week for me. I'm hoping February will. I like to raise the hope bar up high. It won't, however, be this week. Hopes dashed so soon. I almost cried when the weekly email came from the kindergarten teacher on Friday reminding us that there in no school this coming Thursday.
I cried again when my husband said he can't go to work on Monday (today) since he's officially still contagious. (He's feeling better, but was having chills and aches yesterday)
And according to the weather forecast, I'd say it's pretty much a guarantee that we won't have school on Wednesday.
So the must I can even dare hope for this week are two normal days - Tuesday and Friday.
Do you think there's hope?
Biked 6.37 miles already this morning and hoping to get to Costco when they open.
I do love Mondays.