Diving back into the ocean

[Underdog]

Howdy all! Thanks everyone for their happy thoughts today. Once again, I feel good...

PIB and Wonder--Thanks for checking in!

KAW--D10 also has moments that vacillate between being her usual jovial self to becoming Ms. Hyde. Fortunately, I've gone through that process myself and know it for what it is. Doesn't make the road less bumpy, but I know what they mean.

She told me the other night that she is too old to hug me. After a disagreement and a reconciliation, she told me afterward that she would make an exception for me since I'm such a good mom. Ha!

Per the usual lately, I walked in my door to find some happy campers. D10 was hard at work doing homework, and D7 was camped out in front of the TV watching The Three Musketeers. Mr. W. was helping D10 with her homework.

He looked really sharp, and I commented on it... saying, "Wow, don't you look great today! Is that a new shirt?" He looked up and looked at me with a grin but some disbelief and said, "Uh, Bets, no. You bought it for me several years ago and bought me a black one too. Remember?"

I just grinned back and said, "No, I don't remember. But it's good to know that I still have good taste!"

He and D10 found that to be really funny... but he was in a hurry to get to D10's back to school night, so our amusement was cut short.

He called after the meeting and gave us the thumbnail sketch of what is expected of D10 this year and told me he would see me bright and early this morning.

I awoke at 4 am at the tail end of a nightmare where the subject matter was him. I was in a wheelchair and living in some institution (which actually reminded me of my college dorm) when I heard a strange man asking for me.

He looked really sad so when he approached me, I knew his news was bad. He introduced himself as one of Mr. W.'s uncles (that I had not met) and let me know that Mr. W. had died a horribly tragic death. As he started to describe the events leading up to his untimely demise, I felt horrible anxiety and despair. I really wanted to know how he died, but I really didn't. I think my subconscious knew that I didn't need to go there, because I forced myself to wake up.

D7 was sleeping peacefully, so it wasn't her movement that stirred me. I was sweating profusely and had adrenaline coursing through my veins. And let me tell you, I was really relieved that I wasn't going to be processing feelings of grief and sadness to that level in reality.

I really don't need a dream interpreter to figure this one out, as it is really obvious. But why the heck was I physically disabled and living in some institution? Boy, if I go there, you guys better come visit me...

Fortunately, he walked through the front door with all his limbs intact and wearing a smile. D7 and I were watching the tail end of Sponge Bob (it was really funny this morning), and he and I just stood there laughing at D7, who was imitating Bob...

All is well in my part of the ocean. Take care!

Betsey