Today I receive my first glimpse of what being a single mom with a sick child is like. DH wouldn't help me, and replied to the last of my texts with a snippy response. I didn't appreciate it. So, I had to call off work. Gulp. I hate calling off work. I've called off work enough already, and with April rent looming right around the corner, any missed day hurts.
Last night was a rough night of sleep. I slept on the floor in the living room for a good bit so that I wouldn't disturb Thing 1 who was sleeping in my bed. When I did go to my bed, I dreamt. And once again he was in my dreams. It's agonizing seeing him in my dreams. And for some reason in my dream last night he brought 30 people with him and they wanted to play some game where we all crammed into a car. Did you know you can get claustrophobic in a dream? Well, you can!
The dream took place at a hotel where the elevators when up, down, forward, back, left and right. And I was lost. I feel lost anyways, and I guess it was reflected in my dream. I couldn't find the path to where I wanted to go, and that's how I feel in my everyday life. And it sucks. I don't want to move on, per say, but I know that where I am right now is not working.
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