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Trailers, Babies and Addicts, Oh My!

All has been very quiet this morning. I took advantage of that by quietly slipping back into bed after feeding the kids and watching them zone out in front of PBS with the floor covered in K'Nex. I know I should be playing Evil School Teacher but my insides hurt today and my warm bed and soft pillow were calling my name really seductively and since I don't take things like sleep and being able to lay down and sheets without fever reducing ice water running through them for granted anymore I couldn't resist.

I cuddled Hope and her big stuffed unicorn until I drifted back to the dream I was having where we were all living in an addition built on to my parents trailer-up-on-blocks in the middle of the woods somewhere and there was a huge party going on and monkeyboy was kissing some brunette bitch in front of me as I called him every foul name I knew and hiked a sliding baby back up on my hip and went looking for the other fifteen. Yes, I have white trash nightmares regularly. It is preferable to the usual hospital nightmares.

Hope obviously got bored with sticking her miniature barbie doll's hair up my nose and decided to announce to me that she was going to go ransack the toy closet. "Okay baby. That's fine." I, still half dreaming, mumbled to her on her way out the door.

So then the tidal wave type flood was coming down the hill and slo-mo wiping out the entire place, trailer and babies included, all O' Brother Where Art Thou style when the next thing I know the phone is ringing and it is my monkey calling to tell me how much he is Jonesing for connectivity this morning as the whole place is shut down because of some worm thingie. I begged him to come home then when that failed I called him an addict and confirmed that indeed I am still alive.

Normally that is why he calls midmorning. If I am not online first thing in the mornings he worries that I died in my sleep or passed out on the toilet and hit my head again, yes I said again, and that the children are going to set themselves on fire or something.

And now Ima go make some lunch and put on warm socks.

Posted by gwendolyn on January 27, 2003 at 12:52 PM