Every once in a while, I still have the dream where I'm late for school, I'm racing to find my locker, but can't remember where it is, don't know my combination, and can't remember which class to go to first.
One week from today, I'll send both Ben and Sam off to school. Ben to Kindergarten, Sam to Liberty's Early Childhood Program. So I woke up at 5:30 this morning in a panic after having the "mom morph" of that dream. It was the first day of school, almost 9:00 am, (Sam starts at 9, Ben at 9:05) neither boy was dressed, I'd made no lunches, nobody had been fed, and Sam had already missed his bus. And on top of all that...I was racing around our old house on 73rd street trying to get them ready when I realized I was late for school too! It was like a combo nightmare!! :-)
It probably doesn't help that I'm sleep-deprived thanks to Michael Phelps and Shawn Johnson. Any one else staying up too late watching the Olympics??
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I think we are all suffering from staying up too late for the Olympics. I also think the dreams are hereditary. I still have them now and then. Mine are usually that I have a final and I haven't been to class all semester. Not much hope of those dreams going away if I still have them.
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