Scared to Sleep

The last few weeks have been rough at least when it comes to sleep.  There's been the usual middle-of-the night bouts with unhappy children, wet children, cold children, need-to-pee children, teething children; but the thing that really gets me are the dreams.

I gave birth to a middle eastern looking baby with a 3" long goatee.

I had a weekend fling with Dale Earnhardt, Jr.

I went to live with a homeless woman and her son in an asphalt paver.

I watched Doug's professional career completely disappear after a surveillance video proved he had stolen turnips from a hardware store.  "We can afford to buy them, honey!"

Confused and agitated, I wake up scared to close my eyes again and continue in these nightmares.  That feeling doesn't last too long: either exhaustion sets in or a small face appears by my head, calling me once again to my duties as Mother.