I admit it: I am apparently in “Mommy Mode” now.
You know that dream you have right as you’re drifting off to sleep that you’re falling and it jerks you awake, as you gasp a huge breath and try to grab ahold of anything to keep from plunging to your death?
That dream varies for me from falling off a tall building to falling out of the bed, but I have it a lot.
(Luckily, so does Chris, so we are equal in our need for apology when we almost knock the other one out of bed with our spastic efforts at saving ourselves.)
Well, I had a very original (and disturbing) twist on it the other night. I was falling asleep very quickly after laying down, and then all of a sudden, I’m sitting in front of the toilet, and Ali is sitting on it. Except that she is sitting completely on the FRONT of the seat of the toilet, and begins peeing, creating a yellow waterfall down into the floor and me. I jump up and shriek to scoot her back and save myself from the impending flood,
and then I awoke with a jolt.
Oh, this is bad. My falling dreams have now turned into potty-training dreams.
Granted, this isn’t the first time I’ve had Mommy dreams. After all, my most injurious sleepwalking episode ever (and, thankfully, the only sleepwalking incident (so far) that resulted in an emergency room visit) was predicated by me trying to save Ali from falling down nonexistent stairs.
But there’s just something about dreaming about POTTY-TRAINING that just sucks all of the individuality right out of you and just makes you feel like MOM.
Good thing it’s a pretty rewarding job.