OK, this is proof I need a break.
Last night I woke up around 3 am. The sheets slightly were damp. My heart dancing in my throat. It was all so real.
My worry? I had a blog somewhere that I needed to update. I just couldn't find it. I couldn't remember what clever name I had christened it. Tired Mummies? No. Mummies on the run? No. Mums Need Drugs? No. No. No.
Oh, where was it? I knew it must be in need of a new post and it must be time to respond to comments. Where, where, where?
I often have these kinds of nightmares. When I was at University, I waited on tables to help pay my way. Then I used to have waitress nightmares. The same scene would play over and over in my mind -- my whole section was seated at the same time and everyone ordered teas and soup. Loads of tables with small children and frantic mothers asking for something for the kids and I had to explain that we had run out of saltine crackers.
See ya'll Monday!
PS -- this is a recycled post!
Photo credit: MaiseTora
