Random, Vivid Dream

I had the most random dream! It was so vivid that it made me kind of laugh when I woke up.

A little back story to this is that Abby never really was a nurser. I had to pump almost exclusively. So, there were difficulties that I guess are still sticking with me.

Back to the dream. I kept dreaming that I was trying to get a baby to nurse. (And it wasn't Abby as far as I could tell.) I was trying over and over and over to get the baby to latch on, but to no avail.

When I woke up, my chest was dripping wet with sweat just like when I first came home from having Abby! That seems to be one thing nobody warns new moms about. They could have warned me I was going to sweat like a whore in church and that it would be wise to sleep on and with bath towels for a while just to make things easier when I woke up drenched in the middle of the night. I'm not usually a sweater, so I do remember how odd that all seemed to me.

So, not only did I wake up with a sweaty chest, but the next day, my breasts were sore, just like when their sole purpose was feeding Abby.

So weird!

I mentioned it to Marti, and with a totally straight face, he asked me, "Is that why you kept trying to stick your nipple in my mouth last night?"

Ha ha! For a split second I believed him that I might have done that in my sleep!

She Gets it. She Gets it Not.

Anyone who has spent any time around little kids knows that from time to time they say or do things that can make you cringe. After reading one father's tale, I know better than to accept a "cup of tea" unless I predetermine from where the water was obtained.

My daughter, Abby, can generally be trusted in matters of the potty, but at four years old, she still does not grasp the idea of "if an item touches something dirty, then that item is now dirty, too - at least until it is properly cleaned, if it is a washable item." Likewise, once said item is dirty, EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING it touches is just as dirty.

Abby has some cute little pink princess gloves that she loves to wear. I have had to tell her every time she goes potty that she has to take them off so they don't get dirty. She's starting to understand that, if only on a procedural level.

That brings us to this quiet Sunday morning. Earlier today, I noticed her gloves sitting on top of a box in the bathroom. When she brought them to me and asked me to help her put them on, I didn't think anything of it. I just assumed she had taken them off and forgotten them in there yesterday.

As things always go with little ones at this age, as soon as I got the gloves on her, she had to go potty! I gently reminded her that even though it would be disappointing to take them off JUST as she had gotten them on, she'd HAVE TO take them off to go potty or they could get dirty.

Sharp little girl that she is, she instantly agrees with me, and even goes so far as to share a quick little tale to show her understanding. It went a little like this:

"Yea, they fell in the toilet yesterday."

< SHUDDER >

Next lesson in germs: even though they are now DRY, they LOOK clean, and you can't TELL that they were in the toilet yesterday, the gloves are still FILTHY!!!

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