It’s after two and Will is napping, and I’m restless.

That means I post.

The weekend went incredibly fast. I don’t think I fully enjoyed it.

The Kuwait Religious Police crashed my sister’s prom.

Crazy, right? Only here.

Apparently they crashed some of the other school’s proms too, and those times everyone had already gotten to the prom and were dancing, etc. and the police busted in. There aren’t supposed to be an coed gatherings. My sister got this beautiful dress and was all excited about going, and that afternoon she got a message that said prom was officially postponed. The ministry agreed to let them have it, as long as the school year was finished. The trouble is that she is leaving for D.C. next week because she was chosen to be a Congressional page (how cool, right!?).

So, the pretty dress won’t get to be worn anytime soon. What a bummer. As odd as it sounds, I think I was more disappointed than she was! She had asked me to help her do her hair and make-up for the prom. You would have thought it was my own prom the way I was combining eyeshadows and testing lip glosses the night before.

She and her friends ended up utilizing the limo they rented anyway. The simply wore cocktail dresses and went to dinner. Not exactly as thrilling as prom. I posted some pictures of what we ended doing for her hair and make-up on my flickr (PS- dont diss my furnishings. They’re company provided and free. I promise I’m not that tacky). She still turned out super cute- and we got her ready in 30 freaking minutes! I was sweating all over myself and was stressing as if I were detonating a bomb with 30 seconds before the blast. Thankfully, all ended well.

So, that was Thursday.

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I’ve been having wild dreams lately, guys. Any dream interpreters out there!? I had a dream I had a baby last night! It was too wild. I was never pregnant- it was just “there.” I was stressing out trying to figure out what exactly happened, and then I had this notebook out frantically trying to make a list of names for the kid. All sorts of other things happened, but that was the jist.

Guys- it totally freaked me out! You all probably know how I feel about being a mother right now, so you know how this tripped me out. I don’t know what triggered it. It could have been that I wanted to see the newborns at the hospital last night. It could also be that Will has been totally annoying me with Boz and Lucy. He calls me “mommy” and him “daddy” (don’t tell him I told you that! He would freak). Who knows… anyway- it tripped me out. Baby dreams always trip me out.

I’m not getting soft on you guys, I swear. You and I both know what a hazard it would be for me to mother a child right now. Just think about how I parent Boz and Lucy!

“You want to dig in the trash, Luc?"…

“Okay! Have at it!”

“Boz, you enjoy eating Lucy’s crap?”

“Alright! Less I have to clean!”

See!? Totally unfit. In fact, get DHS on your speed dial as we speak.

Okay, my blood pressure is rising just thinking about this whole topic. Seriously- I’m panting like I just ran the Boston Marathon and I think I even have upper lip sweat- which we both know is the most disgusting type of sweat ever. It’s like that psychologist… what the crap was his name? Hmm.. anyway, he told his friends they could be in his “secret club (or some crap like that… I think)” as long as they DIDN’T think about pink elephants (blue donkeys?… yellow birdies?...who the crap knows) for 5 minutes (or something like that).

Well we all know that if you’re told not to think about, it’s all you can think about. That’s sort of been the same thing with the kid thing. I’m stressing myself out about the whole thing.

I know it’s nothing… it’s nothing… it’s nothing…

but the more I stress myself out about it all, the more I can’t freaking stop thinking about it! I swear, guys, what the crap!?!?!?!?!

Sigh-

So that’s today’s confession. I’m a basketcase. Hmm, that’s nothing new…

The confession is that I don’t want to be a mother now, but I can’t stop thinking about one. Stupid dream! Stupid me for wanting to see the newborns!

I also think the fact that I’ve been cooped up in the house all weekend hasn’t helped.

Must.

Get.

Out.

Need.

Human.

Interaction.

Crap. Will just woke up. I have to go. We’re in the middle of Season 2 of 24, and well, Jack Bauer needs us.

More to come… hopefully not spawning related.

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