nvts
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Hi! Ok, this is a strange one. I never remember my dreams. I don't sleep more than 3 hours at a clip both due to the baby AND the fact that insomnia runs rampant in my family. This was strange because it involved the board.
From what I can remember, one of you ladies and your husband were staying at my house for whatever reason. The woman's name in the dream was Lisa. She's blond, young, mid-forties, slender and the hair is short/shoulder length. The husband (whose name never came up) has that horse-shoe hair loss thing going on, glasses, mustache, average height and weight. Extremely tolerant and patient couple (the difficult child's were in it - mine, not theirs) and I got the idea that their kids were a little older than mine (like upper teen years).
Basically, they spent most of the time sitting on the couch (now here's the weird thing - my couch is dead - deceased - no more - you sink in it because the springs let go) but the house isn't mine. It's very windowy, airy and bigger. Honestly, it's a beautiful place and clean - no clutter, neat and organized.
Anyway, the difficult child's had pretty much been on their best behavior and the visit was going very smoothly. My husband was going to drive them into Manhattan so they were ready to go, but as usual were waiting around for husband to leave.
Just then, difficult child 2 got his hands on some sort of powder (like talc of some kind) and threw it into the ceiling fan. In the end there were piles of this powder on the ceiling, everyone was white, I was trying to yell at difficult child 2 and the other couple was trying to hide that they were laughing at the whole escapade!
The I woke up (Evie needed a bottle).
Does this description of the people sound like any of you?
Later!
Beth
From what I can remember, one of you ladies and your husband were staying at my house for whatever reason. The woman's name in the dream was Lisa. She's blond, young, mid-forties, slender and the hair is short/shoulder length. The husband (whose name never came up) has that horse-shoe hair loss thing going on, glasses, mustache, average height and weight. Extremely tolerant and patient couple (the difficult child's were in it - mine, not theirs) and I got the idea that their kids were a little older than mine (like upper teen years).
Basically, they spent most of the time sitting on the couch (now here's the weird thing - my couch is dead - deceased - no more - you sink in it because the springs let go) but the house isn't mine. It's very windowy, airy and bigger. Honestly, it's a beautiful place and clean - no clutter, neat and organized.
Anyway, the difficult child's had pretty much been on their best behavior and the visit was going very smoothly. My husband was going to drive them into Manhattan so they were ready to go, but as usual were waiting around for husband to leave.
Just then, difficult child 2 got his hands on some sort of powder (like talc of some kind) and threw it into the ceiling fan. In the end there were piles of this powder on the ceiling, everyone was white, I was trying to yell at difficult child 2 and the other couple was trying to hide that they were laughing at the whole escapade!
The I woke up (Evie needed a bottle).
Does this description of the people sound like any of you?
Later!
Beth
