The Happy Homemaker

Sometimes when you are raising babies by yourself, you feel yourself going into insanity. I do this when I am super tired and my children refuse to go to bed. Victoria’s teacher was absent yesterday so she was in a bad mood. She hates change and has been diagnosed with having separation anxiety problems. I had trouble getting her to eat and she refused to change her clothing. I tried to get her to talk to me, but I eventually had to draw a line. She was sent to bed in her clothes. She was happier this morning. The extra rest was good for her.

Aron slept well last night. He only woke up briefly when I went to the bathroom. He woke up on time this morning in a cheerful mood. However, now he is acting sick.

Last night I kept hearing little footsteps. I would turn on the light but see no one. I began to fear that a burglar was in the apartment. Maybe a ninja assassin. You know how active your imagination gets when you are half asleep. I heard a slight noise again. I got up and turned on the light. I saw nothing. Maybe it was a rat, or a cougar! I laid in my bed with my eyes wide open listening for the sound again. I gathered up my courage and went to the bathroom. When I walked back into my room Jon Jon was in my bed.

Jon Jon is my little ninja. What happened is that he wakes up and takes a blanket with him. He slowly crawls to the living room and then runs for the couch. That was the first time I woke up and looked around. He rolls up into a ball in the corner of the couch and covers himself with a blanket so that I can’t see him. Then he crawls to the hallway. When I wake up, he takes the blanket and hides in a dark corner so that it looks like there is a blanket thrown on the floor. He then crawls to my room. I get up again and he hides in a corner in my room, again with the dark colored blanket hiding him. When I was in the bathroom, he made a dash for my bed and was sound asleep before I came back.

I then had a nightmare that I was in an airport. I was in some room over looking the terminal. I was with my husband and Victoria. There was another family there. Suddenly there was a flash and we were buried under rubble. My family survived but the other family did not. There was some food in the room, I guess it was some sort of snack machine, so we were able to survive. We finally got out of the rubble and looked out over the terminal. It was overrun with gangs with large guns. I saw many fires and heard loud music. We got someone’s attention and asked for help. They laughed at us and refused to help us. One man offered his phone but asked for money. We were trapped in that room and no one would save us. We decided that we should save ourselves for we were hungry and we could no longer stand the smell of the dying bodies in the room. As we left the room, some thugs pointed guns at us. We asked again if we could call for an ambulance. They let us, but the 911 call didn’t work because it asked for a credit card number before the call would go through. The thugs laughed at us and then left. It was then that I woke up disgusted by the inhumanity of the society in my dream.