So, my dreams have definitely changed now that I'm a mom. And that is wonderful. For the last three years, I have been having really annoying dreams.
Since I've been a mom, I haven't had one.
Anyway, I'm getting off topic.
Here's the funny thing about my new dreams. They're all about being a mom. No, that's not the funny part either. Wait for it . . . wait for it . . . Okay, now I'm just being dumb. Let's chalk part of this post up to sleep deprivation.
So, two nights ago, Jeff told me Jill had a dirty diaper that I needed to change. So, I got out of bed and went over to look at Jill: She was all swaddled up tight still. I thought, no way Jeff could know if her diaper was dirty without even checking! So, I turned to Jeff, who I assumed would be sitting in the bed, and to my surprise he was asleep. So, I woke him up (well I thought I did) and asked him how he knew Jill's diaper was dirty. He said he didn't know what I was talking about and to go back to sleep. (I only thought I woke Jeff up, because he has no recollection of this. So, I think he talked to me in his sleep, which he does sometimes when he's in a really deep sleep.)
So, I dreamed that he told me that, and it made me wake myself up to go change her diaper. Sad day when I'm already not getting enough sleep.
Two nights prior to that almost the same thing happened, except in that dream Jeff told me that I needed to go feed Jill, and again I woke up out of the dream, continued to think it was real, walked over to a sleeping Jill and thought that Jeff couldn't know she was hungry if she were sleeping.
So, on top of not sleeping very much because of Jill, I am now waking myself up from sleep because of Jill as well.
Kind of sad and funny, eh? :)
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