Real Work

Today, I:

1. Played Zelda with my family

2. Prepared, served and cleaned up breakfast

3. Taught my oldest children while tending a two year-old

4. Mowed our yard with a push mower.

5. Vacuumed and spot cleaned all the upholstery in our living room

6. Vacuumed and tidied the entire house

7. Cleaned two bathrooms

8. Dusted our bedroom

9. Put away two baskets full of laundry

10. Helped bathe the kids

11. Spent time with my children and am about to spend some time with my spouse.

Good gravy, I'm tired. I'd hate to know what "real work" feels like as apparently stay at home moms don't do any "real work." : )

Ps. This is NOT intended as a boast. It was an exceptionally busy day. I do, however take offense at the implication that a stay a home mom doesn't do real work.

Dreams Last for So Long . . . .

I have always had strange, vivid and memorable dreams, and pregnancy only adds to the fun. The past few nights, however, have been particularly interesting.

1. In my dream, I was in a large house looking from a balcony onto a manicured lawn. It was night, and there were torches lit. An angry mob, dressed in french, pre-revolutionary garb (think Marie Antionette) were storming the lawn, wigs askew yelling and hurling bags of flour at us.

2. In my dream, I was with T and his boss and found out that Disney and T.L. were part of the same company! It was so excited because it meant I might get to stay at the Grand Floridian one day. We went on a tour of the place and ended up at this animal rehabilitation place that had been built from an old general store. There was 70's wood paneling everywhere and as we looked at the animals being helped, I noticed that most of them were large, blueish sloths.

3. In my dream, I was with a few people from RUF and we were playing ticket to ride--the wrong way. We ended up at a church where Cold Play was giving a concert. All the songs were so vivid and there were no instruments, just those "trax" that play over the sound system. The whole time I was trying to figure out if they were a Christian band.

It's funny how random details of these dreams relate to actual life events, but the French mob--well, I'm stumped.